The empath stroked the werewolf’s hair, easing fingers through the curls. “Shhh,” he repeated. “I don’t want to eat you up, then I wouldn’t have you anymore.”

“I love you so much, Summer,” he breathed out, relaxing slowly at the gentle caresses as fingers lightly threaded in his hair, and he pressed a kiss to the inside of his boyfriend’s wrist. “You’ll always have me, I promise.”

“Does that mean we can eat? Because I’m quite sure that being with you doesn’t make my stomach gnaw, and it’s gnawing.”

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