SELENE
“What’s wrong? You have been a bit distant lately, and don’t say it’s pack stuff, because I know that is a lie.” I nudged Tristan lightly, trying to keep my voice teasing as we lounged in bed, still wrapped around each other and tangled up in the sheets.
The room was dim with the golden wash of the late afternoon light filtering through the curtains, the scent of him lingered on my skin, and my body still hummed from the things he had just done to me.
My thighs were still trembling slightly with aftershocks, and my lips felt swollen from his kisses. A flush rose to my cheeks as the memory of his fingers teasing my breasts, then slipping lower to coax moans from my throat, flickered across my mind like a match to dry paper.
But even as we lay tangled in each other, there was this
