The Alpha's Pen Pal
I gasped at the intensity of it, my hands clutching at Wesley’s back, pulling my body closer to his.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his powerful arms holding me with such tenderness, keeping me on my feet, keeping me from falling from the weight of my revelation.
My hands slid to his chest, feeling his muscles and his heart beating beneath my palms, the rhythm of it matching my own, and I nodded.
“I feel like I finally belong,” I whispered. “Like I’ve finally come home.”
He gave me a teary smile, and said, “I’ll always be your home, Sugar Plum.”