Trinity
After dessert, ha, wink, wink, we finally ate the goodies in the basket. Thaddeus had been lying on the cushion, propped up on some pillows, slowly eating his sandwich. He was utterly sated; we both were. Something about a good climax and food really relaxed us.
"So," I drug out. "Want to tell me who also joined us this evening?" Thaddeus stopped chewing on his breadstick; his eyes slowly reached mine. Wiggling my eyebrows, I laughed at the worried expression.
"Uh," Thaddeus sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, I can explain." I laughed, pushing him playfully. The worried expression faltered once he was sitting up. Even being so tall myself, he still towered over me.
"That was Damian," Thaddeus chuckled. "He's my wolf, and he and I," he scratched the back
