Chapter 67

I thought about how his smile made me weak, or how butterflies erupted in my stomach every time he fussed with his hair. It was time to stop thinking of Jon as just my mate and my prince and start thinking of him as a man. If Jon wasn't a wolf and a prince then who was he? He was a man who was smart, caring, and who thought of others before he thought of himself. He was a man who took one look at my shampoo bottles, realized that I liked the scent of coconuts and had the maids change the air freshener to accommodate that. He was a man who respected my opinions, who looked out for me. He was a man who made love to me in the gentlest, most tender way. Oh, Goddess. Silently, I folded my paper in half and looped my ribbon around it. "Where should we hang our wishes?" I asked. Jon turned to look at the tree and pointed at a large branch a few feet above us. "How about there?" "Great. Go climb up!" I said, pushing my wish into his hands. "What? No, have to hang your wish yourself!" Jon excla