I turned my hand, grabbing his arm while ignoring the stinging cuts on my palm. “I hate you, you arrogant bastard,” I muttered, willing myself to believe it. It sounded like a lie, though, even to me, and I pressed a kiss to his cheek before he could comment.
Fenris inhaled sharply, and as he turned to look at me, I could see his nostrils flare, his pupils blown. Some part of me was thrilled that he looked at me like that, like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. No one ever looked at me with such wonder, not even the man who claimed to love me.
Who said he wanted to marry me.
Looking back, I was starting to wonder if Ben really knew me at all.
Fenris stirred, returning my kiss as his lips brushed over mine, and soon I’d discarded all thoughts of my ex.
This shouldn
