First Kiss

Declan

I can't see her, but I can smell her. Sour lemons assault my senses, and I know that Maeve must be around somewhere. Not wanting the drama, I wrap up my lunch with Lyra to head back to the pack house. The drive should be straightforward, but I find myself wanting to take more time, the longest routes, all to stall leaving Lyra. I know it, but I don't quite understand it.

She's staring out t