TRISTEN
He wakes up with the taste of her in his mouth and knows he’s over slept even before he feels the sun on his face.
Tristen eyes force themselves open.
He should feel tired, he hadn’t managed to sleep until nearly morning.
But he doesn’t and he knows it’s because he’d gone hunting in his wolf form under a moon that was almost half full.
He’d dreamed of her.
Of course he had.
She’d been in his room, in his bed, beneath him.
Fernir help him, he was so screwed.
The last thing he needs now is to see her.
But yet, as he opens his door, shirtless and with his hair down and sticking in every which way, she is the first thing his eyes fall on.
Something expands and falls into place in his chest.
She freezes, her hand on her own open door.
She hadn’t expected to see him.
Norma
