Chapter 29: Our First Night
We share the bed that night. There’s no point ignoring our connection. No pretense left to be kept. We both want to do it, and we both know that.
We lie in bed, naked as if we had just shifted, arms wrapped around each other, each holding the other close. I feel his warmth, the glorious warmth of skin on skin. I feel the shapes of his muscles pressing against me. All of them. There’s one muscle of his which my attention keeps wandering back to, as it stands, large, proud and strong. I caress his shoulders.
“What did my wolf look like?” I ask.
“I should have taken a picture of him,” Nick replies.
“I could take the form again real quick.”
“No. Outside toy, remember?”
“Right. Of course.”
“It was striking. A single solid color all over. A sort of dark gray green. Large, elegant, formidable.”
“You sound kind of impressed with it,” I blush.
“I was.”