11
DALLAS
I woke feeling refreshed and content, as if I could lie in bed all morning and be completely happy. That was unusual. My beast rode me hard, and he was rarely satisfied with stillness, though I could sometimes lull him into stagnation with boredom. The first of my senses to come online was my scent, and I smelled lemon. Beyond that, some kind of vanilla candle. It was a strangely pleasing combo. Then my sense of touch keyed me in to the fact that I was in a bed softer than my own, smoother, and smaller. Beyond that, there was a small, warm body wrapped in my arms.
I blinked my eyes open to see Nick had nestled against my chest at some point in the night. No wonder my beast was so content. That deep, instinctive part of me had latched onto Nick as if he were the savior of the w
