Her heart thumped heavily in her chest simply from the moment he grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. Too fast, her mind whispered, even as her feet carried her forward without resistance.
He had a soft smile on his face, but that didn't take away from the intensity in his gaze as he pulled her into the room. Their room. The door shut behind them with a quiet click that felt far louder than it should have, sealing the moment in place.
He instantly headed straight for the bed as he began to take off his clothes, movements unhurried and confident. He was sober, since alcohol couldn't affect vampires and only had a weaker effect on werewolves. Not that he'd needed any excuse for the way his eyes darkened when he looked at her.
He had barely begun to take off his clothes when Rymora sighed, deciding there and then that she was tired of hiding. Tired of pretending. Tired of waiting for the right moment when she knew that moment would never truly come.
