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Lysander's eyes were transfixed on her moving lips, if it was up to him he'd spend the rest of his life gazing at her perfection. Today. Tomorrow. Forever. He had that lifetime and he intended to make the best of it. He would earn her forgiveness, even if his life depended on it.
"Why are you staring at me?" Avery questioned smilingly, chewing around the fruit. She poured herself lemonade (not exactly what you had at dinner but she couldn't drink alcohol) and gulping it down.
"You can have wine. Werewolf pregnancies are very different from human ones. The alcohol won't disturb your health." Lysander informed her lazily, still gazing at her.
Avery nibbled on her bottom lip contemplating his words, should she take the risk? From where she hailed...she didn't know. She didn't want to
