I stared up at the ceiling, still not fully believing what had just happened.
But the combined smell of our intertwined scents made it clear. Hazel was mine.
I was hers.
We were one.
Not even death could part us.
Maybe some men would’ve hated to be tied down, but all I felt was really damn lucky.
Hazel’s fingers played with my hair, and I was already hard as a rock—I could f**k her for days without being sated. But I needed to take it easy, to win her heart. Not just her body.
Though her body was really damn perfect. “I don’t think I’m in heat,” she murmured.
All thoughts stopped in their tracks, dragging me back to the moment I’d remembered condoms. It lasted all of three seconds and hadn’t done a lick of good.
“You don’t think?”
“It’s hard to tell. My cycle’s really irregular,
