I ensured the house was completely locked before I went into Arvel. I didn't know if it was just me, if it was Mate, or if it was the wine, but I was completely anxious to be with him.
While I checked the house, Arvel collected the dishes and tidied up the kitchen. He knew what was coming next. We knew. “The house is locked,” I said, walking towards him.
Of course, I'd taken my time coming down from the bedroom on purpose. I was picking out some nice lingerie, doing my makeup, and, of course, giving him the time he needed to get organized. If I'd stayed near him, the lasagna might not have worked. Even werewolves felt anxious.
“Anna, is this something you're going to regret?” Arvel asked, curious and confused by my onslaught of approaches. “I don't want it to become a mistake later,” he
