Summer's POV
When his lips touched mine, it felt like coming home after a long, lonely journey.
The kiss was gentle at first, almost tentative, but quickly deepened with five years of separation and longing.
My hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer as his arms wrapped around me.
"Summer," he growled against my mouth, his voice thick with need. "I've missed you without even knowing what I was missing."
His hands slid beneath my blouse, leaving trails of fire along my skin. Every touch ignited memories—of nights spent tangled in each other's arms, of passion so intense it blurred the lines between our wolves and human selves.
"I need you," I whispered, shocked by the raw desperation in my own voice. "Right now."
"Here?" he asked, glancing around the p
