Layla's POV
The sight of him doing something normal like this hit me harder than I expected. Not because he was beautiful but because he looked normal. Calm. Just a man making breakfast instead of the same man who'd had me bent over a desk less than twelve hours ago.
He looked up as soon as he sensed me and immediately I swallowed nervously, feeling my stomach flip and I swore internally at my body's treachery.
He wasn't startled by my appearance, just immediately focused.
And, as soon as that intensity of both him and his wolf was focused on me, I felt that all consuming heat rolling through my chest, the irritation and desire all tangling together until I had to consciously straighten my spine to keep from leaning into it and jumping his bones right there in the kitchen.
