Nora’s POV
The moment we stepped outside, the cold air hit my face and I sucked in a deep breath enjoying the moment.
“Ohhh—this is perfect,” I said, stretching my arms wide and spinning, until I almost lost my balance.
Wolf just stood there, hands in his pockets, watching me.
"I swear I'm not drunk." I said to Wolf, laughing and then staggered, almost tripping before finally pressing a hand against my forehead.
"Okay maybe I am a little drunk." I admitted.
“A little?” he said calmly.
“Don’t judge me.” I said, and Wolf simply smiled and stepped closer.
I hadn't realized my dress had moved up and my panties were showing until Wolf came close and pulled my dress down.
And I confess, I was a little turned by his hands brushing against my thighs as he tugged on my dress.
It's either
