JASMINE
Blake and I were seated in his car, heading to dinner at the casino after spending the perfect day together, well, except for the fact that I had stripped myself in front of everyone stationed at the pack entrance gate . . .
“I see you blushing. I can tell you’re thinking about it.” Blake smirked as he held my hand and glanced over at me.
“I’m not thinking about anything,” I replied, wrinkling my nose.
“I know it’s bothering you. You’re a warrior now. As much as I want to keep your hot body to myself, it’s an occupational hazard, having to shift back and forth all the time.”
I groaned.
“I loved how you jumped in to defend me today. I had it handled of course, but damn, it’s so hot when you fight.” Blake had a huge smile on his face. “I miss going to training with you.”
I gro
