***Freya***
I tap my foot impatiently by the toaster.
It is Sunday, therefore its family day, so the pack house is mostly empty. Generally, the families that lived here would take themselves out for the day, as there was no training and no pack jobs to be done on Sundays.
"I want to see you in my office later this morning," dad says as he briefly pokes his head into the kitchen.
"Goodie," I joke. He frowns at my response before retreating.
My toast pops up, and I spread some butter on the slices, along with some apricot jam. I turn around and grab the percolator to pour myself coffee. I feel a pair of rough hands sliding around my abdomen and a pair of warm and soft lips kiss the back of my neck. I smile and turn around to see Ollie standing there...eating my toast.
"What the hell?"
