I am sitting in the living room, staring at the window. I have a damn word in my mind... Maybe... Maybe... Maybe... Maybe... Maybe he"d agree... Maybe... But it"s not a good idea. Maybe I could tell him... Maybe he"d feel the same way? I hate dilemmas! This damned feeling of defeat, of being helpless, of being submitted...
No way.
Dawn makes my eyes burn, and I stare at the window. It"s six twenty in the morning. I hear the bed in the bedroom creak, and it"s turning me warm.
"Good morning," says the deep voice in the doorway, and everything starts to stir inside me, but mostly desire and this strange fluttering.
"Hi," I turn to the door with a smile and steel myself.
"I"ll make coffee in a minute," says Wolf sleepily scratching his stubble chin, a wry smile appearing on my lips as I l
