Chapter 48

Sylvia’s POV When Caesar heard my teasing remark, a deep chuckle rumbled from his throat. He brought his fist to his lips, trying to contain his amusement, but it was obvious my comment had brightened his mood. My heart skipped a beat watching his smile transform his face. He'd always seemed like this untouchable, perfect specimen—like fresh snow on a mountaintop—but this laugh showed me a warmer side of him. My inner wolf stirred, pleased to have caused this reaction. "Alright, I know I'm handsome," he said with playful arrogance. "You can admire me more when we get home." Before I could protest, his large hand landed on my head, ruffling my carefully styled hair. I could feel several strands stick up rebelliously, undoing the professional image I'd worked so hard to maintain this morning. The gesture was oddly intimate, as though we'd been together for years rather than days. I noticed how his smile deepened watching me, his eyes tracking every change in my expression with fascinatio