#Chapter 96 – Bad Girl Club

Oh, I can think of a thousand things we should do about it, my wolf responds, quite merry, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Like, kissing him, and figuring out how to take off his ghost shirt - He’s incorporeal! Sometimes, she corrects, stretching out her toes and then collapsing into a languid heap. I groan, rolling over onto my couch so I can’t see Anton’s stupid perfect lips, and the way his eyelashes are all pretty and long, and how they cast just the cutest shadow over the pale skin beneath his eyes – which doesn’t even make any sense! Because how can they cast a shadow when they don’t exist!? Anton’s breath hitches as I growl my discontent. “Whass wrong,” he murmurs, and I can feel him shift across the couch from me, coming back to consciousness as a result of my growly discontent. “Nothing,” I snarl. “You’re annoying me.” Delightfully – horribly – he laughs. “How have I managed that, asleep?” But I just grumble nonsense, because if I say “your eyelashes ar