I woke up at 3 PM, and Minas’ hair was fanned over my face, enveloping me in her sweet scent. Last night, she had told me that she didn’t wear perfume, and what I was smelling was her natural fragrance. As I smiled and brushed her hair aside, I turned to see her peacefully curled up next to me, a slight smile gracing her lips. I hoped she was dreaming about me; I had spent the entire night dreaming of her.
I contemplated waking her for a moment of intimacy, but the rumbling of my stomach reminded me that if I was hungry, she likely was too. I leaned over and planted a kiss on Minas forehead, and she let out a soft growl, which only made me grin as I swung my legs out of bed. With a tousle of my hair, I made my way downstairs, feeling a bit excited about her being a werewolf. That growl so
