-Grace-
Grace awoke the next morning in her own bed, sunlight spilling softly across the quilt. For a moment, she lay perfectly still, staring at the ceiling, disoriented by the weight of her own thoughts. She lifted the edge of her T-shirt to her face and inhaled. No trace of Kaleb lingered there—no scent of him, no warmth clinging to her skin. Her cheeks and neck were smooth, untouched. Not even the faintest burn of stubble hinted that last night had ever happened.
Her gaze shifted to the door. It was locked from the inside, just as she had left it before sleep. The unease that crawled through her chest made her press a hand against her sternum. Had it all been a dream? Kaleb carrying her into his room, the unexpected kiss, and—of all things—the impossible conversation about werewolves
