Page 33 of The Wolf Prince

Too long.

I've dated.

Goddess knows Dora has made sure of that.

Nice men. Safe men. Men with respectable careers and sensible shoes and absolutely no ability whatsoever to make my pulse race.

Not one of them ever looked at me like this.

Like they wanted something.

Like they wanted me.

I swallow.

Something inside me stretches.

Stirs.

Wakes.

Something feminine and hungry that I've ignored for so long I'd almost convinced myself it wasn't there anymore.

Apparently, it isn't dead.

Whoopee.

It's just been sleeping.

But one look from Grimm Palermo has it sitting straight up and demanding my full attention.

Damn.

I open the door. Warm light spills over me. Voices rush out from inside the Academy.

I step through and make myself keep walking.

I don't look back again. I don't need to.

I can still feel his eyes on me.

And for the first time in a very long time, I find myself hoping a man I just met wants to see me again.

Chapter Four

It's been two weeks since Back to School Night.

Fourteen days.

Not that I'm counting.

Because why would I be counting the number of days since I met a ridiculously handsome stranger behind the gym?

That would be weird.

I have not seen Grimm Palermo again.

Not once.