The next morning, I woke up, lying on my back in Kylo’s bed. Bluebirds sat on the windowsill, flapped their wings, and chirped. Isabella curled into my chest as Kylo spooned her, his nose in her hair, like mine usually was.
When I had come here last night, I hadn’t known that we’d end up like this. I had spent two entire days with that annoying b***h Scarlett and needed to relax, and Isabella had looked too damn sexy with that bedhead to pass up.
While sharing wasn’t what normal mated wolves did, my wolf was oddly content with how it had played out so far. Isabella wasn’t going behind my back and hadn’t done anything I’d told her not to do. This had happened on my terms, and our communication had been better than ever.
my Kylo curled his fingers into Isabella’s hips, his knuckles brushi
