Tonya
The sound of heavy paw-steps thudding outside the tent made me stir. What was going on? It was still cold, and a faint breeze carried his scent of woodsmoke and pine through the fabric walls. I stirred slowly, blinking my eyes open to the canvas of my tent. Morning had arrived but the warmth beside me from the night before was gone. Surely, last night was a dream. I yawned and stretched lazily, but when images of Ezra pinning me beneath his body flooded my mind, I gasped, blushing hard and straightening like a ramrod.
The flap opened only slightly and I saw golden eyes watching me curiously. Shade had pushed his face inside the tent, and was watching me as I yawned. The moment our eyes met, his tongue fell out slightly and… did he purr? Butterflies exploded in my belly violently.
