Why should Micah be different?He didn't so much kiss me as lay the feel of his breath against my cheek. Jason was curled up tight on the far edge of the bed, his blond hair showing just above the covers. He was awfully efficient for a werewolf. What I'd wanted to talk about all afternoon had been my beast.
I frowned at him. That wasn't even in my head. We didn't have time to say yes or no or anything. You are not doing this, he said.
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