Amelia’s POV
The first thing I see the next morning are Derricks beautiful chocolate brown eyes regarding me with warmth as well as concern. What. The. Actual. HECK?
“Good morning, gorgeous!” He says softly, so I know this isn’t some hallucination. “How do you feel?”
The real question is, what do I feel? It’s very early in the morning from my estimation, and I have a nasty headache, but something about this situation feels off. Like my panties, for starters. And it feels as if I’m surrounded by more than just Derrick in this bed. A quick mental calculation of everything touching my nearly naked body counts far too many hands, legs, and erect c***s for one werewolf. Damn all males and their morning wood!
“I apologize for giving you too much champagne last night, apparently.”
