Moon’s POV
If he is resisting or getting actively involved, I can’t tell, but I see her pull away, a huge smile on her face like she had just won a vicious battle.
She flashes me a quick smile before looking back at him; his shoulders keep moving, evidenced by his hard breaths.
She leans in and whispers something to him, and I see him still. Then, she relaxes before starting her devilish giggle; it irritates me.
‘Can you just move!’ I beg my legs; they are willing to move this time, but my brain wouldn’t permit them to.
I suddenly want to know how this will play out, the desperation to hear whatever it is she whispered to him.
Her hands roam on his body and I hear him grunt. A grunt I recognize, my heart deflates.
‘You have a mate Moon!’ I warn myself, and in doing that, an im
