Even with the smell of bacon, pancakes and coffee, all I could think about was Elena's sweet scent and the softness of her skin. My Wolf prowled restlessly beneath my skin, recognizing her fragrance before anything else in the room. I finished cooking, watching her make coffee from the corner of my eyes the entire time. My eyes were drawn to her like a magnet. Maybe some part of me worried. Maybe some part of me worried that if l looked away she would vanish away. Or that the world outside would steal her away before I could mark her as mine the way my instincts demanded.
"Do you want to sit at the island or dining table?", I asked her. There was a small smile on her face as she stirred cream into her coffee cup. I hoped that smile was for me. My Wolf rumbled with approval, pleased by eve
