Honey’s cheeks bloomed pink as he nodded, hands clasping over his pounding heart, tipping his head back, closing his eyes, and puckering his lips.
A cherub. That's what the young wolf reminded him of. He was still feeling the buzz from his earlier drink. Otherwise, he might have thought twice about the way the blond had puckered his lips. He dove down without any hesitation, pressing their lips together a few times. The tip of his tongue dragged along the bottom of Honey's upper lip until he