Chapter Six
“You don’t have to sleep on the sofa,” Bree said, leaning on the back of the sofa.
She trailed her fingers gently over Blake’s stomach and chest. His eyes were still closed, but a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. She trailed her fingers up his neck and traced his lips.
“Are you inviting me to your bedroom?” Blake asked, opening one eye.
“Yes,” Bree nodded. “We have a lot to talk about.”
Blake sat up and bent his head to either side. His neck popped and he stretched his arms high above his head. He had transformed earlier in the day, but his skin was already beginning to feel too small again. Whenever he thought about the danger they would be facing tomorrow night, the bear within threatened to rip through his flesh.
Bree rested her hands on his shoulders, “You’re
