I was just as stunned as Lewis.
Even though I had been twenty-eight when I died, my only physical moment with Julian had been one messy, hazy night when we were both drunk out of our minds. The next morning I woke up sore and confused, the whole thing blurry like a broken memory.
But this… this was different.
The heat of Lewis's body pressed against mine, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of a wolf wrapped around me
I felt it all so clearly.
My wolf trembled under my skin, confused and alert at the same time.
Panicking, I tried to untangle my leg from around his waist
but in my haste, my knee brushed against a very sensitive spot.
Lewis inhaled sharply.
"Mmm… don't move."
My breath hitched.
Slowly, I looked up at him.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, struggling to stay contained.
His face was so close.
Too close.
Eventually, Lewis loosened his grip on my waist.
Carefully. Slowly. Like pulling back from a cliff's edge.
