The Stoic Alpha
I lean into his hand, closing my eyes and reveling at his touch.
“Never,” I say honestly.
“I do love you, Quinn. And I look forward to the day when I can make you mine, forever.”
“I look forward to that day too,” I say, smiling up at him.
“Goddess, I love that smile,” he says, rubbing his thumb over my lips. “I need to be better about making sure that you smile like that more often.”
“I smile,” I say, frowning up at him.
“Not like that. Fake smiles don’t count Quinn,” he says, dropping his hand and beginning to walk again.