“Starting tomorrow, you will have breakfast with me every day.” The Wicked Wolf tells me, finally allowing himself to come close, his cool breath fanning my face.
“What? Why?” I had to fight to keep my voice even because every time he was close, especially when he was wearing nothing, my body reacted in an odd and uncontrollable way.
It truly didn’t help that he was half n a k e d, covered only by a flimsy towel, water still dripping from his obsidian hair and an obvious bulge poking out of his c r o t c h.
The heat he is giving off is so warm and so comforting, his chest broad and tanned and so close to mine.
He places both of his hands on my neck, his thumbs slowly and deliberately brushing along my jaw and moving so very close to my lips. It makes me shiver and forces me to take
