What a sight.
His smile was bright, his eyes lighting up when he saw me. Before I could even think, he was at my side, pulling me toward him, his lips brushing mine in a soft kiss that left my legs weak. The warmth of his touch, the tenderness in his kiss, made my pulse flutter unexpectedly.
“Hungry?” he asked, a playful glint in his eye as he pulled back just enough to look me over.
My mind spun with the sudden affection—how could I ever get enough of them? Of Aaron? Of all my mates?
“Always,” I replied, voice low, and I couldn’t help the flush that crept across my cheeks at the lingering touch of his lips.
Aaron laughed, clearly pleased, and gestured to the food already laid out on the table. It was more than I expected—eggs, bacon, toast, fresh fruit—everything I could have wanted
