"I, Ember Blake, accept you as my mate," I said, rising on my tiptoes to reach his lips. This would be my first kiss ever. I had no experience, but I trusted him completely. My eyes fluttered closed, waiting.
My lips never reached his. A painful slap struck my cheek, knocking me to the ground with such force that my vision blurred. Something damp covered my face. When I touched it and looked at my hand, I realized it was shaving cream Noah had smeared on me.
Within seconds, cheers erupted in t...