*Ethan*
Her kiss nearly unmans me. Her words do the deed.
It takes me a moment to regain my bearings so I can stand and take my chair. I know she-wolves who are coy. I know she-wolves who don't pretend to be anything other than what they are. But none of them is as straightforward as she. She will challenge me at every turn, but I welcome it and am excited by the prospects. It has been a good long while since anything has excited me.
The servant comes over and hands us each a card upon which the night's delicacies are printed. "Will you want wine this evening?" he asks.
With an arched brow, I meet Rosalind’s gaze.
"Wine," she says. "Red. I prefer heavier ones that linger on the tongue."
I think of her tongue lingering on me, lapping at my throat, my chest, lower. Inwardly, I curse th
