THROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA
"... the world stops. And before you know it, you just don’t want to stop kissing him."
"Still sounds yucky to me."
I laughed heartily, tapping the tip of her nose with my finger. "You will eat your words one of these days. But no rush, sweetheart. You’re still young. The perfect kiss will come at the right time."
"Like right now?" A deep, baritone voice came out of nowhere, and both Anya and I swung our heads in the direction of the voice.
Dawson, Riley’s cousin from the Green Valley Pack, was leaning his shoulder against the kitchen entryway with his arms folded against his chest. He was the third son of Alpha Vesmont, Riley's uncl.