Marissa
The car rolled to a stop in front of the lodging building. The night air was still, carrying the kind of silence that made everything feel more intimate and real.
I had barely taken two steps toward the entrance when I heard Justin’s car door open behind me. I turned. He was leaning against the car, watching me under the glow of the porch light. Without warning, he opened his arms. It was an invitation. I hesitated for only a second before I walked back and let him pull me into a hug.
My first instinct was to push him away. Someone could be watching from a window. But Justin didn’t seem to care. He held me tightly, and I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my cheek.
His scent, a mix of his own cologne, the mate bond, and the night air filled my lungs. I let myself
