The sun rose the next morning with ferocity. Just the small sliver beaming through the gap in their curtains was enough to heat the top layer of her skin. Sapphire groaned and snuggled deeper into Dawn.
Dawn, half asleep, pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. "Training today?" His voice was groggy, rough with lack of use.
She turned her face into her pillow and whined, "Yes." If she didn't get up soon, Gabb would come looking.
Dawn's fingers danced dangerously at her hip, creeping slowly, deliciously, around her waist. His lips trailed down the back of her neck and across her shoulder.
Shivers traced her spine. âDawn, you keep doing that, and I'll be late."
"Then be late," he said into her jaw.
Under the light sheets and with Dawn pressed into her back, her body warmed. Her wolf p
