Rhodes
Waking up with Scarlett in my arms is both the best thing that has ever happened to me and the worst. I wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even myself, but I like waking up with her little body wrapped up in mine. She’s so much smaller than me that she fits perfectly against my chest, and usually, I find her resting there in the early mornings.
It’s the same today, but this morning, things aren’t normal.
Scarlett is no longer in heat. She’s coming out of it, but something is wrong because I’m still madly attracted to her. My morning wood is pressing into her when she mumbles in her sleep and nudges her fiery redhead against my chest like a cat showing affection to its master.
I hold my breath, not daring to move. Her breath fans against my skin, warm and steady, and I can’t help b
