The Alpha's Pen Pal
I grumbled unconvincingly.
“Liar,” she teased as we stopped near the door to the parlor and I turned her so she was facing into me, my hands resting on her hips.
“There’s nothing to be jealous of,” I replied with a shrug, hooking my thumbs into the belt loops on her jeans and tugging her closer. “Because—”
“While I love how nauseatingly adorable the two of you are together,” Maddie’s voice said, interrupting our moment, “I REALLY want to order my ice cream, so can you please get your ass inside?”