CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN

VENITA:

Landon stood up from the couch, his words cutting through the air. "You should have told me you were hungry." He was clad in just pajama pants, revealing a sculpted upper body that made my eyes wander. The muscles in his shoulders defined pecs, and those sexy six-pack abs – I couldn't help but trace their contours with my gaze, feeling a flush of embarrassment. I was already withering and desiring.

"Stop it, Venita!" my wolf shouted at me. "Stay focused."

"Oh, now you can talk. Incredible," I mocked her.

"I wasn't hungry until now," I lied, attempting to divert attention from the obvious.

Landon sighed, taking my hand, and leading me to the kitchen. "Sit," he gestured towards the chairs around the breakfast nook.

He opened the refrigerator, retrieving bread, cheese, and fruit, and laying them out in front of me. A knife and wooden cutting board followed, as he skillfully prepared a plate of food for me. "Thanks," I murmured, biting into a piece of bread, trying to resist the