Chapter Seventeen
There was a pain in his neck when he woke the next morning. His eye throbbed a bit as well. But all that pain went away when Porco inhaled.
The flowery scent of lavender tickled the fine hairs of his nose. Followed by the burning bite of peppermint. That overwhelming scent was chased down with a breeze of vanilla, so sweet that he opened his mouth to sample a lick. Instead of an ice cream cone, Porco’s lips met with a lush field of silky brown.
Jules lay beside him in his bed, still deep in sleep. They both rested on top of the sheets, covered in their clothing they’d worn on their date. The same clothing they’d worn at their wedding. It wasn’t the wedding night he’d always dreamed of, being that he sported a black eye from when he’d tried to carry her over her home’s
