TROY
She was right here, offering all the things I dreamed of but could not have. Not until she was sober.
I stared at my mate stroking my cock and I reminded myself that there were just a lot of things that I loved about her and could not decide which was my favorite.
Maybe all.
Was that even possible? Loving everything equally and not one more than the others? It should be since it was her.
Her just existing was enough to make her my favorite. I could bet my life that if she and I didn't have a mate bond, I would still want her, love her.
Yes, I fucking love this woman. I loved her being herself. For being my mate. For having a bond with me. For her body that was slowly but surely turning me into an addict. For her knowing how to get on my fucking nerves and calm me still. For her stroking my cock and getting me bothered by her.
I loved her for all of these and more.
"Ruby…" my voice came out warning. She was playing with fire and she had no fucking clue.
