Page 101 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

“What?”

“I can't believe you're carrying those around.”

I grin.

“Honey, these are mine now. Besides, I wasn't exactly going to leave them out here.”

“You’re crazy,” she says and laughs.

I shrug. Because where she’s concerned?

She’s not wrong.

It doesn’t seem to bother her.

Even now she's smiling.

God.

I don't deserve her.

But I pray to every God there is that she’ll let me keep her.

Please.

I help her to her feet, taking my time, making sure she's steady before letting go.

For one lingering moment our hands remain linked.

Neither of us seems in a hurry to break the contact.

My thumb brushes across her knuckles almost absentmindedly.

She smiles up at me.

There's something different in her eyes now.

Something softer.

Warmer.

Like whatever happened between us has settled into her heart the same way it's settled into mine.

I reluctantly release her hand.

She laughs again, shaking her head.

“Well, um, that was...”

“Yeah, it was..”

The breeze stirs the hem of her dress.

The realization that she's bare beneath it sends a fierce pulse of possessiveness through my Bear.

Mine.

Nobody looks.