Dominik
DO NOT FUCK THIS UP.
I've got the mantra on repeat as I drive.
She's the girl of my dreams. I recognized her strawberry scent the second it hit my nostrils. Saw those whiskey-colored eyes and knew. I don't deserve her, I know that already. She's beautiful and adorable and soft and I'm—the opposite. Damn it, I should back off. Leave her alone. She's a princess who deserves a knight in shining armor. Not a tattooed, scarred wolf shifter with a lump of coal in place of a heart. But her chance for that fairytale romance went up in smoke the second we met. And I know I'm a selfish prick, because I can't bring myself to feel even a little bit sorry about it.
Not only is she beautiful, she's sweet and funny and — She's asleep.
Her head's leaning on the window. Eyes closed, pink lips parted as she breathes slowly in and out. As I gaze at her, a cold trickle of unease drips down my spine.
Meeting this woman was the best moment of my life.
