Derya sluggishly opened her eyes, and for a second, confusion tugged at her brow as another pair of eyes stared back at her mere inches from her nose. Adrenaline spiked in her veins even as her wolf chuckled. *Oh, honey, say what you will, but that gorgeous human man is no stranger to you after last night.* There was no mistaking the satisfaction in Drya's voice, and her cheeks heated.
"Hello gorgeous," Andor said, the slight gruffness to his voice sending shivers down her spine.
"Hello."
Why did he make her feel so feminine? So, almost girly?
"How do you feel?" he asked, reaching out to tug a stray strand of hair behind her ear and she instinctively ducked her head, but instead of pulling his hand away, he waited for her to register his intentions and gently pushed the loose strand out of her face.
"Drya's jittery with happiness and disturbing my comfortable laziness," she said, and he smirked.