Amelia
“Raleigh says you pinned him on his ass.”
I smile at Owen as we pass the familiar werewolf-human war tapestry on our way up the stairs. “He let me.”
“Still, he has several inches and fifty pounds on you. And you have a broken arm.”
I bite back a smile at his pride for me. “Thanks. It was actually kind of hard.”
Owen laughs at that. “Hence the training.”
We ascend the last few steps, and my mind whirrs as I search for something else to say, something else to draw out our time together. I know I’ll see him soon for dinner, but I don’t even want to separate while I wash up. His smile and his little touches to my elbows, not to mention the memory of the pleasure he had rippling through my body on the forest floor, all have me aching to be with him.
As we reach the hallway, I not
