Gia
A jealous feeling I had no right to feel slithered around in my stomach. It left an ugly, bitter taste on my tongue. I couldn't even justify it.
"I can do that," he answered as if convincing himself.
The mattress dipped under his weight, and I shuffled over to give him a little extra room. Now we were shoulder to shoulder, awkwardly close with only the comforter separating us.
"So . . . I'm really part shifter," I said, letting that information filter through my head.
He handed me a root beer, then reached for the other. I took a large mouthful, the fizzy liquid tickling my nose.
"Yup," he answered, taking a swig from his bottle. "The doc confirmed it. I can't believe I missed it, but you did stink of a dozen other dogs."
"Dogs?" I cast sly eyes, detecting the disdain in his ton
