Chapter 12 National Crime

• Monica's POV
• Callan chews on the meat a little longer as I watch the swirl of his tongue, every stroke, memorizing how it'll feel to kiss him someday. I'd love that.
• " You rather stand there? " He asks pouring himself some water from a huge jug. It's a selfless act but it's unlikely for an Alpha to serve himself. So, I walk to the table and take the jug from him. My hands brushes his in the process but he doesn't react.