Tiffany
After waking up, I feel like a billion bucks. I had a wonderful dream about a beautiful man with the most seductive voice I’ve ever heard. His appearance is a mystery my mind refuses to remember, but his voice, his voice lingers, swirling around in the depths of my consciousness, thick and dark as my favorite chocolate.
“Tiff?” I hear Freya call from my kitchen. “Do you want strawberries on your pancakes?”
Wow, I had almost forgotten Freya and her two mates, Arvid and Bell, stayed the night.
“Only if they’re drowned in syrup,” I call back, stretching like a cat under my blanket.
“Coming right up!” Arvid shouts back, and I frown at the envy creeping up on me.
Freya has two mates, TWO PERFECTLY TEMPTING MATES who absolutely adore her, and here I am, alone with the sound of m
