Remember Micajah,
Don't expect too much, awkwardness is bound to happen.
Put her pleasure before yours.
Be patient.
Yeah, that's about as much as what I read online, which is worth remembering.
What? I'm not embarrassed to admit it, okay? I know we all do it at some point in life.
"Are we . . . Are we . . .?" Seneca starts, taking deep breaths of the air surrounding us.
Damn Alphas and their exceptional smelling senses. Ugh.
I help her out of the car—which I might as well not do because, well, she doesn't need it—and inter-wine her arm around my elbow, leading her up the small flight of stairs and into the building.
I release her arm and slowly step back, untying the blindfold.
She blinks a few times and then turns to me, her jaw dropping slightly in a silent gasp.
"How did you—Goddess!" Realisation lights her features and then she's throwing her arms around my neck. "I love you so much, Cage."