47. Melted 

Angeline

Grant looked intently at me, his eyes filled with so much emotion, with something I could only call love.

Howly wolf! When he said the l-word, I almost had a heart attack, and not one in my pussy this time.

“You aren’t alone anymore, Lily. You don’t have to fight so hard," he said softly.

Fuck, I was so lost into the fighting mode thing that I couldn’t stop fighting myself or my feelings. Swallowing down a few tears, I tried to breathe through the pain. It was crazy that crying like a pup or spilling out the words once buried in the depths of my chest didn’t bring me a crushing feeling of shame. It rather had me feeling light, as if an elephant had just sat up from my chest and I could finally breathe.

“Grant I…”

Great, now I was stuttering like an idiotic pup. I wanted him too, and I didn’t want to fight it, maybe fight him sometimes for the fun of it, but I couldn’t battle this thing in my chest any longer. It made me feel alive while pretty much anything else had me fee