Felix
"Who is Holly?"
Soren's voice was cold.
She's in my bed. Naked. She's looking at me like I just broke something delicate.
I did.
Fuck.
"She's my ex," I say, tossing my hair back. "I forgot we had plans tonight."
"Your ex." Soren sits up, draping the sheet across her breast. "Your ex who calls you 'babe' and who tells you she loves you?"
"It's complicated—"
"Everything's complicated with you!" She's off the bed now, she's searching for her clothing. "Where's my shirt?"
"Soren, let me explain—"
"I don't want to hear it." She spies one of my t-shirts on the floor – the one I wore that day – and picks it up. Pull it over her head.
It's huge on her. Comes to mid-thigh. And she looks so f*****g good in my clothes that my wolf is howling at me to forget
