Hazel's POV

"You're stressed alpha. I bet your body needs this massage" I insisted, looking into his eyes.

He left his parted lips hanging, unsure of what to say. Next, he stared down at my fingers for a while, before bursting out into a short mocking laughter.

I felt upset, I felt disappointed. What now? Was he about to say I couldn’t…?

"Those tiny hands... I wonder what they can do." he laughed and lifted them, introducing this shallow defeated pain in my chest.

I rolled my eyes and fought so hard to swallow his fucking fun. Of course I didn't blame him. Maybe he's judging from my present, but...