STELLA
We didn’t get out of bed for most of the day, repeating what we had done, again and again, not quite being able to separate from each other. Every time I am in his hands, I lose track of time, I forget who I am and what I have to do…
What makes us break the cycle is… hunger. Pure hunger. The most basic human need.
I lay on Xavier’s chest and feel how he plays with my hair when a loud grumble escapes his belly, making me laugh hysterically at the unexpected sound.
“Stupid werewolf metabolism!” Xavier groans and I hug him tighter.
“Actually, I am dying of hunger too!” I admit and smile at him.
“Let’s order some room service then,” he snorts, “We are not leaving this room today!”
“Best birthday ever!” I giggle, pulling up some sheets to cover myself as he stands up from the be
