Dorgan
I sit in the cafeteria, nervously poking at the plate of food in front of me, not tasting a thing. Last night was... beyond anything I could've hoped for. Magical isn't even the right word. On impulse, I kissed her — and it was perfect. That small stumble as she left, her cheeks flushed and shy smile, nearly melted my heart. Adorable doesn't even begin to cover it.
I'm so damn relieved she's willing to give us a chance. I know she has a lot going on — trauma, loss, a whole new world she's trying to fit into — and still, she's willing to open her heart. To me.
And here I am. Alpha. Commander. Supposed leader. Sitting here like a lovesick puppy, I pretend I'm just casually having breakfast. I may have, uh... subtly asked around yesterday to find out what time she usually comes down
