I stared as he did some push ups, his muscular back glistening with sweat in the heat. I eyed his chest and when I looked back up at his face, I saw his dark eyes staring straight at me, a smirk on his annoyingly perfect face. I gasped in shock and quickly drew back the curtain, my cheeks flaming.
Why did he have to look like a fucking Greek God?
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Werewolf*HIGHEST RANK*- #19 - Werewolf - 02/10/16 One word to describe Alessandra Jones was STRONG. One word to describe Prince Dakota was MYSTERIOUS. So when Alessandra goes to Prince Cayden's ball, no one expected her to be mates with the Prince that nobo...
