Owen
I shut Amelia’s door closed behind me, rushing down the hall to my own bedroom.
I stop short when the dahlias on the table catch my eye. Her new favorite flower.
Part of me hopes that in the brief moment I’ve stopped, Amelia will come bursting through her door, asking me for something. Anything that will get me back in her room, near her once again.
Knowing I want to be near her triggers a sense of guilt that forces my feet forward, propelling me into the privacy of my room. I shut my door behind me, knowing I should continue the investigation into the missing werewolves.
I lean my back against my door, closing my eyes as the moment plays and replays in my mind. My lips lighting up as they touched Amelia’s knuckles, the smell of her responding arousal, and the nearly inescapabl
