A Pack for Autumn (Cozyverse, #1)

by Emilia Emerson

I’d looked it up—the definition of stalking. This definitely did not qualify. Stalking required a pattern of repeated unwanted attention or harassment. I wasn’t harassing her, and how would I even know it was unwanted?

I hated being perceived.

I could picture her leaping into the ocean and turning into a mermaid if she got overwhelmed. And I’d fucking follow her. Even if it meant drowning.

“I want to memorize everything about you. I want to know the shape of you, the feel of you. You are my obsession, Olive.”

“Like is an understatement, little siren. I would wreck my boat at sea just to get close to you.”

“But maybe that’s the point. We won’t ever feel quite ready to risk ourselves for love, and we should do it, anyway.”