Relief had been lifted from me like a pressing weight crushing down on my chest on seeing that Presley had accepted that maybe we needed to work on things. I clung to the idea we could work on it. Work on us. I knew that somewhere there was a version of us that worked, because in my mind there was a reason this girl had returned home with me. The way we had connected. The way she connected with my wolf... the more I thought about it, the more it made sense to me. She was brought to me for a reason.
But that was the last of my thoughts right now. I was lost within her chocolaty brown eyes as they gazed up at me. I watched as she swallowed heavily at my question. She knew what I meant. I had waited until we were here alone to take things further than we already had, and now her eyes seemed
