Chapter 13
Bailey
I wake up every time I stir in the night because I become instantly aware of the large, muscled boy-man lying beside me. I mean wolf-man.
It’s a pleasant awareness. Every time I roll over, he shifts, too. Following me. Tossing a thick arm over my waist and pulling me back against him.
I’m spooning with Cole Muchmore.
If anyone told me this moment would happen a month ago, I would’ve laughed in their face.
When morning comes, I wake to find Cole propped on his forearm, staring down at me.
“Oh! Um, hi.” I cover my mouth with my hand to hide my morning breath.
“Hi.”
“How long have you been, ah, studying me?”
“I don’t know. A while.” His brows are furrowed.
“Are you worried about me knowing? You know, about the wolf thing?”
He draws in a slow breath. “Not about yo
