Five Years a Virgin
Then, I pressed my cheek against his muscled back.
"Honey, I'm ready…"
His body froze. With a sudden, sharp shove, he threw me off as though I were filth, and my fingers burned him.
Meeting my stunned gaze, he gritted his teeth and hissed, "Who said you could touch me?"
…
I jolted awake and felt my heart racing against my chest as cold sweat covered my forehead. So, it turned out that this was just another cruel, pathetic dream.
As I panted heavily, my eyes landed on the flight ticket on my nightstand booked weeks ago. It was bound for the pack borderlands.