Chapter 29
Morning came in gray and quiet.
The rain had thinned to a drip off the gutter. Nate’s room smelled like him and s*x and wet cotton drying on the floor. Emilia woke on her side with his arm over her waist and her face against his chest. For a few seconds she did not move. Her wolf was quiet in a way it almost never was. Not gone. Settled. Like it had been waiting for this exact stupid arrangement of skin and sheets.
Nate’s heart beat under her ear, slow.
“You’re doing it again,” he said, voice rough.
“Doing what.”
“Pretending you’re still asleep so you don’t have to look at me.”
She huffed against his skin. “That is a lot of confidence for someone whose shirt is on the lamp.”
“Your jeans are in the hallway.”
“That was the rain.”
“That was you kicking them off while you
