[ He is not sure if it would amuse Eun to know that his wolf and he do not mind her admissions that she knows the taste of skin and passion. The body craves what it craves, and it is only when people talk themselves out of those cravings that the mind gains the upper hand.
There's a note in the way she reads the poem, a jab - not at him, evidently - but possibly to the wolves who had seen the gift that she was but not the value. Again, it is the last part that he turns over in his head as he leans in to enjoy the scent of one of the roses that she'd noted when she first arrived. ]
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There's a note in the way she reads the poem, a jab - not at him, evidently - but possibly to the wolves who had seen the gift that she was but not the value. Again, it is the last part that he turns over in his head as he leans in to enjoy the scent of one of the roses that she'd noted when she first arrived. ]