The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
Slowly, a blush crept up her cheeks, a mixture of surprise and delight.
"Thank you," she finally stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her mind raced, desperately searching for the right words to convey the swirl of emotions that engulfed her. "You do too… Wait, you don’t look beautiful. I mean, I'm not saying that you aren't beautiful. I just meant that guys aren't typically described as beautiful, but you look nice. That's what I meant to say," she stumbled over her words nervously, her heart racing in her chest as she tried to rectify her clumsy response, inwardly berating herself for sounding like a babbling fool.