"Mh, I could see that. I bet all the women love to watch you chopping wood and moving their furniture." I sent her a smirk over my shoulder, seeing her pearly white teeth pressing into her plump pink bottom lip. She had watched me chop wood countless times before. Yet the idea of her sitting on a p

I would have to do something for him soon to show him how much I cared for him. "It was sweet of your mother to get you that book," I said, hoping to change the subject to put him at ease. Damien had been happy when talking about his mother, and I knew that was a safe topic. "She worried I would k

Damien's P.O.V. The following day, I helped Charlotte break down her tent and had her store her belongings in my house. It felt right to see her things there, even if she did stack them in a pile in the corner of the room to keep them out of the way. I was tempted to unpack all of her things just

"Oh, this is too good." Charlotte's voice was thick with humor, and I scowled at her. "Can you hand me this in a minute?" I carefully placed the tray of burning leaves into her hands and climbed onto the first level of branches. The hive buzzed loudly, getting angry that I was bothering them. I gr

I nodded in response but kept my lips pressed together as she jogged away and collided against the man's chest with a giggle. "She's nice," I whispered to Damien, and he nodded before taking the tray of honeycomb from me and balancing it on the top of our bag against the wooden wall of his mother's