Easter~
I sat on the quiet bench tucked away in the garden, jasmine vines draping around us like a curtain. Their white blossoms glowed faintly under the full moon, filling the air with a sweet, heady scent. Somewhere beyond the walls, the Seine whispered against its banks, but all I could think about was Jacob—my Jacob.
He didn't look like the ancient wolf spirit he was. To anyone else, he was just a ridiculously handsome man, the kind who made people stop in their tracks. His black hair caught the moonlight, messy in that effortless way, and his warm brown eyes—usually teasing—had gone serious. They pulled me in, deep and steady, like staring into a forest where you weren't sure what waited between the trees.
He had me perched on his lap, his arms wrapped around my waist with a strength I never doubted, though his touch was careful, almost tender. My green dress pooled around us, and the breeze tugged at my curls, brushing them against the sharp line of his jaw.
