Rose brushed out her hair before smoothing down the blue cotton dress that one of the pack’s she wolves had loaned to her. ‘It’s just dinner, it doesn’t mean anything, he just wants to eat with you’ she muttered to herself as she clenched her trembling hands into fists momentarily. Squaring her shoulders, she walked to her bedroom door and opened it, stepping through and making her way toward the stairs.
Heading down, she entered the kitchen to see Eric facing the oven his shoulders tensed. A white t-shirt sculpted her back, blue jeans hugging his waist making the she wolf swallow involuntarily. Clearing her throat she saw him stiffen further before he slowly turned around to face her. Eyes widening, the Rogue King’s lips parted slightly as his gaze travelled down her body.
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