It's been such a hectic night. Here at Purple Haze Club, my thoughts have been threatening to swallow me whole. In a few hours, I'll be married to Caleb Hudson, a man I don't love. Call it cold feet, but I'm not sure I want to be entangled with him in an arranged marriage.
A tap on my back startles me and I turn around with a start, almost falling off my chair. A firm hand grips me by the waist, keeping me steady. My breath hitches in my throat when my blue eyes collides with the stranger's silver eyes. A shiver runs through my body as a spark of electricity races through my veins.
"W-who..."
He cuts me off, his deep voice caressing my ears.
"Dance with me," he says. Without waiting for my response, he pulls me to my feet and steers me towards the dance floor.
When he begins to move, pulling my body along with him in a sensual dance, I swear bursts of colours appear behind my eyelids.
It's almost overwhelming.
This beautiful stranger is dancing with me. It feels way too good. Almost euphoric.
When his gaze drifts to my lips, his eyes darkens. He leans closer until his lips meet mine.
No, this is wrong.
But...why am I not pulling away?
Why do I want to spend the rest of my night kissing him?
Is this it?
Is this what my kind meant when they spoke of the mating attraction?
That can't be right.
I'm way past eighteen.
And, I don't have a wolf like I used to. I'm an empty shell with no memories of twenty one years of my life.
Even so, why am I still kissing this stranger?