Epilogue: Part 6
I was gazing at him mutely for some time until he was able to say anything.
“You’re horrible,” I spoke, my eyes locked with Jase’s. “Why is it so important to you to be the best?”
“I’m not the best. You are,” Jase replied matter-of-factly, sniffing at the scratch again. “Are you going to lick my wounds finally or am I supposed to do it myself?”
I blinked, astounded by the level of insolence my mate was able to muster, and anger rose within me. “You’re seriously trying to piss me off, aren’t you?”
“Huh?” Even Jase’s innocent face and unfeigned confusion couldn’t soothe my exasperation.
“Gosh, you got some nerve!”
My eyes glistened dangerously right before I pounced on Jase, knocking him down in the grass. Our mouths collided in a rough bite-kiss, I forced my tongue
