“You’re not eating,” Jeremy says.
I tear my mind away from the shower incident the day before, and the hell that was sleeping naked beside him later that night.
I was so conscious of Jeremy lying naked inches away that sleep was pretty much impossible. My body wanted his, and no matter how many times I tried to convince myself otherwise, that wasn’t enough to silence the ache inside me.
An ache that Jeremy has awakened.
I pick at the fish and salad on my plate in the hotel’s restaurant and struggle to understand why I even bothered to choose it.
I’ve never been the biggest fan of fish. Most wolf shifters aren’t. We’ve always been more of the meat-and-potatoes kind.
Jeremy ordered two servings of the largest steak on the menu and five different sides, which has pretty much taken over
