“Maybe you’re right. Or maybe, like Little Red Riding Hood, you don’t see the big, bad wolf in front of you. Maybe you don’t really want to see him, so you tell yourself he’s not there.” I swiped my tongue along the inside of my bottom lip. “I see him. As wolves go, he’s pretty intimidating. Dangerous for sure. But not soulless. And, well, I kind of like him.” His eyes fairly crackling with that indefinable emotion, Dax lowered his mouth to mine. Almost to mine. With mere inches between our lips, he said, “Good. He kind of likes you, too.”
