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I run full out on four legs, leaping over downed branches and using tree trunks as launch pads. All the while, I’m aware of Griff making the ground rumble beneath me as he holds himself back, yet stays close on my heels.
We always end up in the same clearing and that’s where I stop now. I spin to meet Griff, slipping out of my clothes as I shift back into my human body. I slam into him, skin meeting fur. But then he shifts and there is no barrier between me and his warm hard muscles. I put my teeth into the meat of his chest, just hard enough to leave a mark.
One of his hands grips my jaw while the other gently slides across the cheek that Fern just healed. That he’d just recently hit.
I can see an apology coming. And more. But I don’t want that right now and I don’t want his gentlen
