“That’s it,” I say, finishing up. And Luca turns back to me, glaring a little, seeking more than that – wanting an apology, for me to say that I regret it, that I did him wrong.But I lift my chin, just slightly, and don’t say anything else. Because I don’t regret it – and I didn’t do anything wrong
“But he didn’t mark me,” I whisper.“But he might,” Luca says, his brows going up.And I don’t say anything – not a word. Because honestly, this morning? If Jackson had offered me his mark, I’d have taken it. It was that intense, that real between us. It always has been.But…how can I tell Luca that
“Plus, then you can’t get knocked up,” Jesse murmurs, rubbing his eye sleepily again. “Which…you know, is just convenient. What with…going back to school in a week and a half. Don’t want to…bring a…baby…even if it’s just on the inside…”“Shut up, Jess,” I sigh.“Yup, you got it,” he murmurs, his exh
“I thought you said a shower wasn’t going to change the way I smell now?” I say, frowning at Rafe.“It’s going to help,” he says, turning back to me and raising his eyebrows. “Seriously, Ariel, you…you smell like you took a bath in eau d’Jackson. It’s not a bad thing but it is…a statement cologne.”
“Can I ask you…maybe an unfair question?”He smirks at me, and turns his head to the side, inviting it.I grin, and nod towards the door, where Luca left. “If it were the other way around. And…you had a big night, and I left early and…you found me in his bed in the morning. Would you…do you think yo
Daphne.Daphne, the gorgeous, clever, talented, funny redhead my brother is dating. The girl he’s absolutely going to have to break up with the moment his mate comes on the scene.I lift my hand and press my face miserably against it. God, how could I have been so callous, so unthinking to make a jo
“No problem, babes,” she murmurs, hugging me back. “I’m Team Ariel, all the way.” She rocks me back and forth for a long moment. “Now let me go, before you mark me with Jackson’s scent too.”I burst out laughing and pull away, grinning at her. “Is it seriously that strong?”“Go!” she laughs, shoving
“Ella!” my dad calls again, pounding on the door. “What’s going on!?”“It’s nothing, Dominic!” mom snaps back, turning to glare at the door that she’s got her back pressed against, like dad can see her expression through it. “We just need a minute! For girl stuff!”There’s a long pause outside of th