The Alpha's Naughty Human
“Come on, beautiful. A few more hours and you’ll be in Ireland. Get some sleep, you need it.”
Beautiful. He said it so easily, peppering little kisses on my hair, telling me how perfect I was, how proud he was, how lucky he felt. I forced a smile, swallowed every ugly question trying to crawl up my throat, and whispered,
“Love you,” because that’s what good girls do.
Evan’s arm lay heavy across my waist, his breath warm and even against the back of my neck. He had already slipped away into sleep, snoring softly like a man with nothing to hide and no sins burning holes in his chest.