What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?

So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert?

Radley rolled his eyes. He actually rolled his eyes at my father. Alpha of the south-central territory and head of the Territorial Council. Sure, I did that all the time but I'd also peed on his lap when I was two. No one else got away with such disrespect toward an Alpha, which meant Radley either didn't know who my father was, or didn't care

Oh fine. I'll play nice with the pretty people.

Unfortunately, what my head wanted and what my heart wanted were two completely different things.

Leave the door open," my dad said, the second most common warning in his arsenal. Right behind, "Nash, go home.

How long can you keep me invisible?" "As long as were in physical contact." My throat felt dry. "Holding hands?" That's how we'd done it last time. "Unless you had something else in mind?