FLETCHER POVI rest against the pillow, one hand behind my head while the other raises the joint to my lips. Inhaling the smoke, my body relaxes while my imagination wanders to the petite blonde who has captivated my soul.There isn’t a moment, awake or asleep, where I am not thinking about her, her saucy personality, or the way her eyes sparkle with mischief. Goddess, I cannot wait to kiss those smart ass comments from her lips, while relishing in her sweet and spicy taste.Or that’s how I imagine it’ll be, based on her scent. It’s unique, distinctive, and leaves a person wanting more. It reminds me of cherries that are coated in cinnamon, with the spiciness of whiskey.The aroma is intoxicating, alluring, lethal, and sweet just like the owner. A fireball of energy and perfection, who already has Mars, my wolf, wrapped around her pinky finger. All the little vixen would have to do is say “jump,” and he’d ask “how high.”The sounds of the other rogues fill the night air as they party
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