Blair. Aden was sweet to me, but the closer I got to him, I had a feeling there was more to him, and Inker mentioned she rarely feels his wolf. I couldn’t entirely think he was a saint, though I saw him as one, when he came to save me and held my hand, I thought he was different. We went to the beach at night, Aden came with candlelight, and a mattress, he brought lots of snacks broccoli, and baked chicken. I wore a bikini, and Aden was in shorts and went bare-chested. His hair was a bit messier, and he looked attractive that way, he spread it out for me to sit, we met just a few people out that night, doing their own thing. I felt my feet on the sand, the stars shining over our heads, and a crescent moon. “Do you believe in star signs?”“No.”“Why?”“It just doesn’t make sense to me.” He shrugged, his hands were over his legs which were drawn into the mattress. “We do share different views on that,” I mumbled and he agreed without pushing forward with it. “I heard Morris want
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