Next came Dylan's history class.
His room was cosy and cute, filled with numerous shelves and books that could be certified as a library if not for the huge comfortable bed in the middle which was filled with his scent, trying to seduce me.
I tried my level best to keep my eyes open and learn something at least today but of course how can I when I had a horny wolf purring inside my head at every single word comes from his mouth, I ignored her, because of her my behind hurts every time I sit or stand.
I love the way Dylan says the stories, his eyes shining as he kept talking about alphas, war mates and so on, but the comforting smell of the books and the smell of pine nuts and caramel from him is so soothing that lulling me to sleep, begging me to close my eyes and when I did just for a
