It came as surprise for Nash. Really, it did. Even his wolf seemed a bit taken aback by the fact the huntress was the one to make the first move.
For a moment there he even contemplated about the possibility that all might just be a dream; a product of his imagination. But the tingling feeling he got when Danielle's fingertips touched his skin proved him wrong.
A low grumble resounded inside his chest when she ran her fingers over his chest in a exploratory fashion. He didn't miss the way her eyes followed the trail of her hand, and he also didn't miss the way her scent changed with a mix of contentment and curiosity.
"You're really warm," her voice was just above a whisper. It was soft and comforting, but Nash caught a bit of reluctance in her tone.
"You don't like it?" He questioned
