Iris
Sitting in my bed with a book in hand, I have been really focusing on studying French since I arrived here a few weeks ago. My gaze moved from the pages of my book to the Arc de Triomphe out of my full-length window, when his scent invaded my nose, filling my lungs and making me sigh. Alpha Jean-Luc entered my room, his teal green eyes looked intently at mine.
“Roslyn.” Even my fake name in his tongue sounded good. He took a few steps towards me and I let go of the book, standing up to face him. I thought he wouldn’t come to see me, giving me my space and letting me go on with my life, much like he said he would.
“What are you doing here?” my voice came out in a whisper, much lower and softer than I intended to.
“I want you and I know you want me too, I can feel and even smell
