Jasmine
The memory fluttered around my head like the butterflies in my stomach. As did the small souvenir of the slightest smile that continued to set my heart in song. Fabric folded back and forth between my fingers, but it may as well be invisible as introspection danced around Roman’s invitation…
…“You could stay with me, if you wanted?”
His huge body hung half within the door, eyes fixed on me and flickering to Kaison squirming on my lap. One wrong move, and my son could spill free my chest on his mission for breakfast. It wouldn’t take much, given my lack of bra under my tank top.
Any dilemma of where to stay had yet to enter my mind, still cluttered with fog from a surprising start. This pack claimed to take in rogues with children, like me, and shelter them near the hospital, hi
