AMBER POV
I should have been irritated.
Really. I should have.
All three of my mates were being so damn lovey-dovey that even the most romantic of she-wolves would have rolled her eyes.
Aaron, well—he was acting Protective, smug, borderline territorial. One of his hands was taking notes like a diligent student, the other? Firmly on my thigh, fingers drumming lightly over my skin in a slow, absentminded rhythm.
It should have been suffocating.
Instead, I found myself...pleased.
Which was new on so many levels.
And when Christian walked in. Oh boy.
I didn't move. Didn’t react. But something in my chest twitched. Not because I was affected by him—goddess forbid. Not because I had any lingering attachment or even an ounce of liking left for him. No, the only thing I felt
