Carrie’s Point of View
Madoka lay on my bed with his arms crossed behind his head like he belonged there—who was I kidding, he probably did—unconcerned that he was naked as he watched me gather a few things for the night.
I said stay over, but realistically, I doubted I would be leaving, if things kept going in this direction. Seriously, we were marked and mated, and I could barely wrap my head around it.
He pulled on his clothes once I was nearly ready. I watched the way his muscles flexed as he moved, and heat built inside of me at the memory of what we had just done together. It was mind-blowingly good.
A grin split his face as he met my eyes and moved closer to tower over me.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing too exciting," I lied, although I didn't expect him to believe me
