Ethan
Her lips slam onto mine, tasting of strawberries and cream.
She snakes her arms around my neck, arching into me, and I nearly come undone.
For a few seconds, there’s nothing but Fiona as our lips move together. Her touch. Her scent. Her taste.
Everything about her sends a sense of calm over me, placating my anger and sending my wolf into a dizzying spiral of happiness. He howls in my mind, happy that Fiona is initiating contact with us.
Soon, she pulls back, breathing heavily. The little breaths of air puff against my face as we stare at each other.
“I’m okay, Ethan,” she whispers, but all I can focus on is her lips. Red and swollen from the kiss, and I want nothing more than to lean in and take her lips again.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her again and watch as her head tilts to
