Owen
The purple dahlias on the hallway table have begun to droop just slightly by the time we drag our feet up the stairs. Even with my heightened strength and healing, I’m only barely inching along right beside Amelia because my body is still tired from all the healing I did yesterday and my insufficient sleep last night.
I open the door to Amelia’s bedroom but step aside to let her in without entering myself. I’m not sure I can trust myself to be alone in private with her, especially now that I’m so seriously wondering if she could be my mate, and in particular with the taste of her still clinging to my tongue.
I swallow the excess drool in my mouth at the thought of it while Amelia enters her room.
I consider my words carefully before I say, “Will you please stay in here until I d
