^Charlotte^
"Is this our new thing now?” I tried to sound annoyed, though a traitorous thrill zapped through me.
“Because I prefer it when people knock. And, you know, aren't already sprawling on my bed like they own the place.” I pulled the sheet higher, turning my back. The scent of pine and something distinctly him was already seeping into the covers, making my wolf purr in satisfaction. Slimy beast.
He didn’t move for a few minutes. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, punctuated only by my own pounding heart. I finally asked, my voice a little less steady than I intended, “What do you want, King Arthur? I haven’t even seen you all day. What exactly did I do this time to make you mad enough to break into my room?”
“You know...” His voice was a low rumble against my ear, sending
