I don’t share.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m not yours to share.”
“You will be.”
Frankie really wished those words pissed her off. Instead the possessive statement made her a little tingly. Her wolf liked it. “Is that a fact?”
“It is.” He cupped her chin. “When I’m sure that you’re ready, I’ll come for you. You should probably know that.
— Nov 11, 2018 03:21AM
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