Jude
Oh, this woman and her caramel apple taste. I can’t help myself, I growl softly as I deepen the kiss and her sweet, delicious scent begins filling the space in the car. If I were a different kind of man, I’d take full advantage of someone sweet and innocent like Wendy.
But I’m not, and I’m not in this for one night. I meant what I said to her. I’m hoping that we’re mates and I’m thrilled that she’s hoping for the same thing.
When I finally drag my lips away from hers, I lean my forehead against hers.
“How many more months until you turn eighteen?” I ask her.
She giggles sweetly. “Two and a half.”
“Two and a half. Well, between now and then, think about what you might want to do if we are mates …” I begin.
“Stay on campus,” she says immediately.
I open my eyes and look at her.
