Eden’s pov:
I might be depressed and feeling out of place, but there was virtually nowhere I would rather be than in the pack house’s kitchen, while Hunter got busy at the stove. He had told me I looked like I needed something sweet, and claimed he could make a killer hot cocoa... and who was I to refuse such an offer?
I realized as the hot liquid hit my tongue that he hadn’t lied.
I all but moaned at the decadent taste. I hadn’t paid much attention to the ingredients he incorporated, and I was almost regretting that right then. I knew I would be asking him for the recipe soon enough.
“Is it good?” He asked.
“Hell-a good,” was all I could offer.
I was nearly done when he told me in a soft tone of voice, “Close your eyes.”
I was perplexed, and multiple scenarios played in mind
