Tiffany Smith heard the crash that led her to Thaddeus Grey. Everything about it was wrong. Thaddeus was in the driver's seat and the person in the passenger's eat was his boyfriend. How could they possibly be mates?
There has always been one thing...
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Don't be alarmed when you read this chapter and the next. I've stated before that this book series was fast-paced. This is me moving the story along in this chapter, okay?
Okay.
Now, on to the chapter...
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Do Re Mi, blackbear
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OUTFITS
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"Wear the sparkly, purple one," Tate suggests.
"No way. It's sheer. My butt cheeks will show through."
Tate laughs. I push past him, looking through my closet myself. I grab a black, spaghetti strap dress. It goes down to my thighs. I think it'd go perfect with a leather jacket. I hold it up for Tate to see.
"How about this one?" I ask.
He looks at it, then at me. "Perfect."
"Great."
He leaves the room and I stare at the black dress. I undress from the clothes I was wearing. I shimmy into the dress. I smooth it out with my hands. I take my red hair down from the messy bun on my head. I brush it out some.
I grab the leather jacket from my closet. I throw it on. I look at myself in the mirror. Ready. I grab a small purse from my desk. I place everything I need, anything important that'd fit, into it.
I walk out to find Tate waiting outside the door. He gives a once-over. I watch as his ocean eyes darken. I see him gulp. My inner wolf does a somersault.
"You're perfect," he says. "Let's go."
"You make me feel so beautiful, Tate," I tease.
Tate pulls me into him, planting a kiss on my forehead. "I'm sure you already know how beautiful you are, Red. You don't need me to tell you that."
