Serissa
Slowly, my breathing returned to normal and my heart rate was no longer in the hummingbird range. It felt good to have my head on Donovan's shoulder and his arm holding me tightly to his side. Like I was always meant to be here.
I opened my eyes and looked at his profile in the moonlight. The corner of his mouth turned up as I studied him, letting me know he was aware I was watching him. “What do you want to ask?” he said in that low, husky voice that did things to me.
“Well, it's just... umm...” I wasn't quite sure how to frame my question so I decided to just blurt it out. “Did you eat a pillow?”
He spit out a white feather and said, “Yep,” like he was almost proud of it.
“Is that a wolf thing?” I asked, chewing the inside of my cheek uncertainly.
“No, it's a me not want
