Chapter 91
Jay The chair creaked beneath me as I leaned back. I was at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee. Gwen stood in front of me, her back to me, nude, her hands on her hips. Her tangled blonde hair swished on her back, revealing bits of her scar. I could’ve stayed there forever. Watching her confidently stride through our house. Her hints of self-doubt had washed away the past few days we’d spent together. We’d saturated the entire house with our scent, enjoying ourselves wherever we wanted. Wherever she wanted. I grinned like an id*ot watching her, circling the rim of my mug with a finger. Having a mate was so much more than I could’ve dreamed of. It wasn’t just the s*x. It was the comfort, having her close, lying in bed together, lounging. Enjoying her company, the simplest touches
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