My apartment isn't huge. It has a small living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom with an attached bathroom. It is in a pack-owned building, and the rent is cheap. I applied to several other buildings in better locations, but this is the one I was assigned.
The hot shower makes me feel like a new woman. Wrapping a towel around my long, red hair, I study myself in the full-length mirror in my bedroom.
My fingers linger around my lips as I finally allow myself to recall that kiss.
I read romance novels. I know all the ins and outs of sex and love and all that lovey-dovey stuff. But I never thought I would be at the receiving end of any of it.
Darian said he kissed me to prove a point. What point?
