Emily blushed as she ate her lunch, thinking about the mouse pad that she had hastily tossed into the cabinet under the sink. What was he thinking about, sending her a gift like that? Sure, it was thoughtful and her current mouse pad was frayed, the foam core exposed.
She had decided to keep the gift; it wasn’t Amu’s fault that Vincent was a stinky cheater.
CJ lip twitched as he tried to keep smiling, he watched the blush spread through Emily’s cheeks as she absent-mindedly ate her chicken lo mein; he had stopped to talk with Ethan before picking up lunch. When the text from Vincent had arrived.
He was curious what had his mate so lost in thought; he wished the wolf would have given him some type of hint. Maybe it was better that he didn’t know? He wanted the other man to earn
