Emily's POV
The room was eerily quiet, the only sound coming from the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. I sat cross-legged on my small, creaky bed, staring at the faint morning light streaming through the curtains. My mind, however, was far from the present. It was trapped in last night, replaying every single detail of the kiss.
My lips tingled at the memory, as though the ghost of Joey's mouth still lingered there. His golden eyes had been so mesmerizing, his voice so soft yet commanding when he asked, "Can I kiss you, Greenie?" My stomach flipped just thinking about it.
The moment our lips met, it was like the entire world stopped. My wolf had howled in approval, Lila surprisingly silent for once. Joey had been gentle, patient, but there was a fire beneath it, a passion that
