mine, and shivers dance across my skin. “What are you doing, Rosie?” He’s not warning me off. I know because the arm holding me tightens, and I feel a poke in the cleft of my bottom. I wriggle. His wolf growls low in the back of his throat. All my nerves sparkle. “Flirting like a nob. How am I doing?” He buries his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling, then groaning. “Perfect.” My face is flaming, but I don’t care.
