Page 66 of Lost Girl

"Does it now? Do tell,” I demand.

"Pass,” she counters.

"Pass denied. Tell me—what came to mind that was so dirty?"

Wendy gulps, the sound loud to my ears from our proximity. "I think you know."

Oh, I know. I know, little wolf, because it's probable I thought the very same thing.

Like I said, blue balls is a bitch and I’m not sure how much more I can withstand before my resolve breaks and I devour her whole.

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Later on that evening,with vibrant pink skies overhead, Wendy and I make it to the Town Square. I can’t stop admiring her, not when she looks this beautiful. She’s styled her hair in loose waves and applied what looks like light make-up. Ironically enough, her dress kind of matches the sky, too.

The color isn’t what’s eye catching, though.

It’s the style, how it molds to every curve of her body yet still flows playfully towards the bottom. Thin straps wrap around her neck, accentuating the mouthwatering swell of her breasts. The back dips down low—temptingly low—and the hem reaches mid-thigh, showing off those creamy, shapely legs I’ve envisioned thrown over my shoulders one too many times.

And to think my sister picked this out when she and Soren did me the favor of grabbing Wendy some essentials. Makes you wonder if they did it purposefully—because knowing Soren hewoulddo some shit like that—or if Lil simply selected items she would’ve chosen for herself while Soren served as her assistant.

In any case, I’ll have to thank her because not only am I proud to have this woman on my arm tonight, I’m thrilled that she seems happy.

At ease.

Living in the moment.

“I still can’t get over this place.” Wendy breaks through my inner-observations as she tightens her hold on my arm. “I feel like I’m walking through the pages of a storybook.”

Grinning at her excitement, I lean into her, ignoring the inquisitive stares we’re receiving from all around. "Funny you should mention that because I have a confession to make."

Turning her head toward me, she smiles softly. "What's that?"

"I love watching you take everything in. You look so dazzled."

"Iamdazzled,” she laughs. “The little girl in me is loving this. I'm still reeling that it’s all real and that I get to live it.”

And I get to live it.

Does that mean she might just want to stay?

“And you haven’t even seen all of it, yet. Where Tinksley’s from, the Incandescent Forest? It’s pretty breathtaking the deeper you venture. The colors are unreal.”

“Really?”

I nod. “You think this is magical? That forest puts this to shame.”

“Can we go?” She beams obliviously, all but tugging on my arm as she bounces on the tips of her toes.

I say obliviously because she hasn’t seemed to noticed what’s unfolding around us. The further into the square we trail, the more I feel every eye on us. Distant whispers resound, too, probably speculation about her, about who she is,whoshe’s tied to.

Thanks a lot, Pa.

“Wherever you want to go, I’ll take you,” I promise her, maneuvering us toward the outdoor theater.

“The beach, then the forest.” Her statement earns her a laugh on my part.

“You got it. I still need to take you to my sister’s garden, too.”

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