Bab 57: CHAPTER 57: True emotions

　　‘He’s still the same man. Judging him just for being a werewolf would mean judging Zion as well.’

　　Zion would always be Zion in my eyes, my beloved son.

　　Aaron had a different story.

　　“You’re not alone.” I spoke, my eyes flickering from his lips up his gaze, “I have thought about the kiss more than I should have, Aaron.”

　　He took a step closer, and I felt the heat coming off his body and the hairs on my body rose on alert.

　　His hand lifted to my face, and my breath hung in my throat, but I didn’t pull away or push him off. To an extent, I wanted this. I wanted him.

　　He leaned in and took my lips into his wet, soft ones for a brief kiss that ignited all the emotions I’ve experienced in the past week from lust to need and desperation.