(ALICE)
Love is a strange thing.
Does spending one night together with the man I care for so deeply mean I'm in love with him?
Sitting on the bench enjoying the cool breeze, I let my thoughts wander. I like Darian. I trust him.
I trusted him enough to give him my body. I may not have had a plethora of wolf shifters vying to bed me, but I have had plenty of human men who were interested. I simply never wanted to be so vulnerable with anybody.
But when Darian kissed me, when he held me to him, I wanted him to be the first. In my dimly lit room, I wanted to know what it felt like to be with someone who cared about me.
