Karl's POV
"Forgetting what?" She asked. Though her face was locked in a serious frown, her words were surprisingly low and tender.
I wasn't wrong. She might deny it all she liked but she was affected by me just as I was by her. She craved my touch just as I craved her.
I leaned closer, my arm firm on her waist. I forced her to retreat until her back was flattened against the wall behind her.
"You are forgetting a kiss," I said. "I believe it is customary that we share one at least to celebrate a successful first date."
She scoffed nervously, her body seeming to tremble. She struggled with herself to keep that from me. "The date was far from successful, and I don't owe you any kiss, Alpha Karl."
She glanced down now, and her brows tightened as if just realizing my arm was on her waist. She tried to shake herself free, but I reclaimed control, pinning her to the wall with my body.
