Kurt pov
I closed the door to the joined bathroom and sighed, leaning against it. I was trying my best, but it was so very hard to calm myself. ‘She’s seventeen, she’s seventeen, she’s seventeen...’ I repeated over and over again, my heart beating like crazy.
‘She called you a child molester.’ Brandon, my wolf, snickered in my head. I growled softly at him, getting off the door and straightening my shirt.
‘I’m not a child molester. I’ve been engaged to her for four years, I’m allowed to be attracted to her.’ I snarled. I couldn’t stop thinking about her cute little curvy body, wishing she didn’t hide it under the baggy clothes all the time.
‘You’re twenty-two.’ Brandon reminded me.
‘Yeah, and she turns eighteen in a couple of months, not that big of a deal! Now stop already, she’s goi
