Soren
I shouldn't be here, I tell myself.
It's 11:00 A.M and I'm standing in Felix's door in nothing but his t-shirt, which I stole, and panties which are already wet with sweat just from walking down the hall.
The bond is taunting me, tormenting me, shattering me and I can no longer fight it.
Crap.
If my Mom sees me here, if I get pregnant from all of this.
Well, dickhead, I say.
I knock once and the door opens. Felix is shirtless, sweatpants sagging painfully low, liquid gold in his eyes and his wolf is right there at the surface.
"Soren." he whispers, checking the hallway.
"What are you—"
I don't let him finish. I cup his face and kiss him, hard and desperate. He makes a sound -- surprised, hungry -- and then his hands are on me, dragging me inside, slamm
