She was short for a beta, and her wavy brown hair cascaded down her back as she wove her way through the narrow aisles, leaning heavily on her cart. I hadn’t seen her face yet, and I longed to close the distance between us, spin her around, and grip her chin with my hand. I would tilt her face until our eyes met—I was sure she would have the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen—and then I would memorize every inch of her before gripping her round, plump ass and pulling her in even closer, pressing her body into mine.
