SAMANTHA
Darlington was more than an angel.
He had a warmth about him that I had never seen in anyone before, a gentleness that made me forget where I was and who I was and what I was supposed to be doing here. He looked at me like I was something precious, something worth protecting, something worth knowing.
"Have you ever tasted German chocolates before?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No. I have never even heard of them."
John was a poor Alpha so we never had the opportunity to import foreign snacks to our pack.
A look of playful determination crossed his face and he stood up from the bed and walked to a small cabinet in the corner of the room. He opened it and pulled out a box wrapped in gold foil and tied with a red ribbon. He brought it back to the bed and he sat down beside me.
"Well," he said with a smile, "tonight you will."
