The Alpha's Mate
Jasper looks for the little sticker that would have its information on it, but can’t find it.
I watch as he climbs up on top of the metal structure, peering over the top of it. His muscles ripple beneath his shirt, and I can see his sculpted abs peeking out from below its hem. My breath catches in my throat, and all I can think of is how grateful I am to Regan for making this possible.
“Found it,” Jasper grunts, hoisting himself up to balance on the very top of the rack. “Ready?”
“Go ahead,” I tell him. He reads out the number, which I print in neat, even writing on the notebook sheet.
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