Sixty Five

THE FEELINGS

Oliver's pov

It's really weird. So weird how I can't keep my emotions at bars and I found myself getting closer to her instead of distancing myself- like I promised her. Moreover, not all promises are meant to be kept though.

Especially when it comes to Madonna. Day by day, we became more closer than I could have imagine and the feeling is really out of this world- not to be compared.

I could feel her looking at me, trying to memorize my face. I saw her look at my eyes, my lips, and I could even feel her hands that could not even reach around my neck brush my chest. My wolf kept purring, and I’m sure she could feel the vibration in my chest.

When she would notice I was looking at her, she would blush and turn away, only to find me grinning like a f*****g idiot.

I could hear the whispers around the dance floor, mentioning they have never seen me smile. Many were smiling, happy that the protector of their homes was finally finding his happiness, or maybe it was a relief tha