#Chapter172
'All thoughts of being the bearer of bad news flew away.'
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I was kissing Harper and he was kissing me.
The feeling felt so foreign and yet so natural, as if my body didn't forget what my brain did. Sparks were exploding all over my body. The fabled sparks, which came alive whenever one touched his/her destined mate. The feeling of feeling Harper against my body was indescribable. It was so heady, never making me want to let go.
I crushed my body to Harper's, eliciting a throaty groan from him. I relished in the fact that I was able to do this to him, to this powerful and always in control werewolf. It made me feel really powerful, something only a girl could relate to. I had the ability to make Harper, the big bad alpha, to lose control.
He pulled back a little, making my lips tingle and I resisted the urge to pull him back and start another long drawn out kiss. /"I really should go!/"
What? No.