*Norah*
"It sounds as though you're packing," I say, bringing the sheet up to my throat. Outside, a rooster crows.
River stills, and I wonder how long he's been moving about the room before his actions disturb me, how long he might have gazed at my exposed breasts. The heat suffuses my body with the thought of all we shared last night.
I had looked forward to waking in his arms this morning, and somehow I managed to lose my opportunity.
"I have to leave for a few days," he says.
I shove myself into a sitting position. "Where are you going?"
He sighs before dropping onto the edge of the bed. He softly touches his lips to mine. Circling my arm around his neck, I deepen the kiss. He groans low in his throat, nudges the sheet aside, and cradles my breast.
I have become a wanton she-wolf
