Emily's pov
"What?" I breathed out, my heart rate kicking up a notch.
Bryson voiced. "I can't sleep. I desired to see you-"
That word. Desire....
He probably should not use it in a sentence when it involves me.
He stops, and under the moon light I swore I could see the faint color of a blush. But that could just be my imagination.
He clears his throat and lifts his hand in his hair where he scratches behind his nape. "I want you to join me for a run Em. Let's go to our special place." He murmured.
I looked around. It really wasn't a good idea to be here with him, especially since in a few days he'll be mated.
This wasn't appropriate, especially the time. Before it would not have been a problem but I didn't want any of the patrolling wolves to notice us outside together, alone.
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