Barefoot.
Of course she was barefoot.
Her arms were folded across her chest, and there was something almost casual in the way she leaned against the frame.
Her eyes were too awake.
Too f*****g knowing.
“What are you doing up, little Alpha?” I asked.
Couldn’t help myself.
Every time she looked at me like that, something warm and completely f*****g inconvenient hit me straight in the chest.
She shrugged.
“Could ask you the same thing.”
“I asked first.”
“And yet I’m not answering first.”
Such a brat.
I stared at her.
She stared back.
Maddox went completely still.
Then—
‘Kiss her.’
I ignored him.
Badly.
Ella nodded toward the bag.
“You’re going to break that.”
“That’s the plan.”
“Very mature.”
“Go back to bed, Biltmore.”
Please.
Please go back to bed before I forget e
