The sun had set, and the sky was blanketed in shades of deep blue and violet, the stars beginning to peek through the darkness as Opal and Kael walked back toward the pack house. The air was cool and crisp, tinged with the scent of pine and autumn leaves, the quiet rustling of trees the only sound around them.
Opal's heart raced, her chest tight, her lips still tingling from Kael's kiss. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his warmth, his touch, the sparks that ignited under her skin. She stole a sideways glance at him, her violet eyes tracing the strong line of his jaw, the relaxed set of his shoulders, the easy confidence in his stride.
How does he do that? she wondered. How does he look so calm while I'm falling apart?
Kael's lips curved into a knowing smile, his blue eyes gleaming as he looked down at her. "You've been quiet."
Opal's face flushed, her heart skipping. "Just... thinking."
Kael's chuckle was low, warm. "Must be something serious. You've got that look."
