Crush (Crave, #2)

by Tracy Wolff

“Dance with me, Grace.” “Why?” “Because I asked you to.” He spins me out again, but this time the move is a lot gentler.

“Please don’t make me choose.” My eyes are closing, and I’m starting to drift off. But I still hear him when he says, “I’ll never make you choose, Grace. How could I when I know that you’d never choose me?”

My hands curl into fists, my fangs explode in my mouth, and though there were a million other ways I was hoping to break my newfound knowledge to Grace, the words come out before I can even think about stopping them. “Jaxon, if you wouldn’t mind, take your fucking hands off my mate.”