*Anaïs*
I sigh softly and snuggle into the warmth beside me. The scent of Griff’s skin engulfing me as I bury my face in the side of his broad chest. The soreness of my body brings back the memories of last night. But it is a pleasant kind of soreness and even more pleasant memories.
I open my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the soft early morning light filtering through the windows. The room is almost bathed in an ethereal glow. The feeling of Griff’s body against mine, the feel of his strong arms wrapped around me. It all feels like a dream. Too good to be true.
I glance at his face, noticing how peaceful he looks in sleep. The hardened werewolf has an almost boyish charm with his guard down. His lips slightly parted as he breathes steadily. It’s such a stark contrast to the fier
