Trapped by the downpour, the small white porch meant he was just inches away from me, the smoky, bonfire scent of his wolf lingering. I hugged my waist, keeping my face forward. Pretend I didn't look like a desperate wet tshirt contestant. I wondered if I could just sprint across the path but the wet cobbles looked tricky. “Don’t run, you might fall," he grinned.“I think it’s more dangerous for me to stay here,” my voice a dropping to a whisper as I studied his side-profile. “Take your chance, see what happens," his voice husky and tempting as I tried to work out exactly what he meant. His voice, his manner, the way his eyes were blatantly looking me made a dark desire curl in my stomach. How easy would it be to just lose myself in this tango? Raya, my wolf gave me an idea instead. I turned around, connecting once more with those devastatingly dark eyes, the darkest espresso and mahogany combined, and smiled. “Could I borrow your jacket?” though I wasn’t able to help my eyes fli
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