Jaxon
Snow crunches under my boots as I stride up to Ivy's dorm. The rink is on the far edge of campus, and parking will be a nightmare, not to mention traffic, but I don't mind the excuse to get her alone again. I haven't been able to shake the feeling of her arms wrapped around me on my motorcycle, and my wolf is on edge to feel it again. When she opens the door, the sight of her almost makes me trip.
She is wearing a Cole Harding jersey. Oversized. The blue and white of the jersey makes her eyes glitter, and my brother's name blazes across the back like a brand. Did he give this to her? She most certainly didn't buy it herself. I have stalked her long enough to know she wouldn't spend her money on something like this.
I lean against the door frame, trying to look unbothered.
