Chapter Thirty-Two - Chase

Having Willow pressed against me, while the entire pack drank and had fun, felt like the welcoming party that was needed. There wasn’t tension tied between the pack and me. No talk of rogues or training. It was just a fun-filled night. I’d contemplated having more than one a year. That was a long time to wait for another outing. Plus, Willow’s tipsy giggle would forever run in my mind. This was the girl hiding behind all of her pain. This was the girl I wanted to save from the heartache weighing her down. She attempted again to get me to dance like a horny teenager, but I refused with a playful smile. I was tipsy but not that tipsy. She wrapped her arms around my deltoids and dragged my face toward hers. Her kiss was tempting and sweet. It melted away all of the problems attempting to drag us down. “Why don’t we go upstairs? I promise not to hold you down,” she laughed. “At this point, I don’t think I would mind,” I whispered back. Sliding my palms down her body, I picked her u