Alexa
I looked at the mass on my plate, when was the last time I'd eaten... Baked beans, or not sat at a table. Considering, I'd never sat down to eat alone with a strange man either. So, if he didn't care about making a mess, I didn't either.
I practically inhaled the greasy goodness.
Then I zipped to the kitchen sink to 'wash my plate' I'll admit I managed to splat bean juice on myself in several places, and one dribble of egg yolk down the curve of a breast, oh no, it was down my cleavage, I tried to surreptitiously wipe. The. Stuff. Out. "You really aren't used to roughing it are you," Tristan called, and I glared over at the man-beast, he'd eaten all that but was still just chiselled godlike muscle and grin, he'd made no attempt to hide it as he patted his six pack, his hips tapered invitingly, was that the start of a trail of. Focus!
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The Moon We Met Under
WerewolfAlexa barely escapes death and now, is trapped, in the middle of a wood with a ridiculously hot man who's also sometimes a wolf. What is she to do?! My stories are written to entertain, so laugh and cry with Alexa and her familia of misfits. (Book...
