DAMON
She pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through options, leaning against me like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I let her, because I’m weak and she feels too good against my side.
We end up ordering from a local grill that delivers to the estate. While we wait, Maya disappears upstairs, calling back that she’s going to “get comfortable.”
That should probably worry me, but I’m too busy trying to calm my wolf down.
The food arrives forty minutes later. Maya comes back down wearing…
Oh, Moon help me.
She’s changed into sleep shorts that are somehow even tinier than the ones before, and an oversized t-shirt that keeps slipping off one shoulder. Still no bra. Her long hair is piled on top of her head in a messy knot, and she looks soft and warm and absolutely edible.
