Friday
When your alarm goes off, Gregory rolls over and locks you in his arms.
“Don’t go.” His husky morning voice pleads as he starts kissing your shoulder. You reach behind and wrap your fingers in his hair.
“I could possibly be persuaded to stay here for another thirty minutes or so.”
He pulls you back tightly against him. “More. Stay home with me today, it’s Friday the 13th.”
You laugh and then let out a moan as his hands begin to wander. “I didn’t think you were superstitious.”
His head pops up and he flips you underneath him. “I’m a lycan, a supernatural creature. What about that says ‘not superstitious’? I AM the creature that roams in the night.”
“Exactly,” you point out. “There’s nothing for you to be afraid of; therefore, not superstitious.”
He growls as your o
