BRIAR'S POV
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Waking up in soft, clean sheets that smell like mint wasn't what I had expected, neither was the body right next to me, warm and muscular. Fenrys takes up a little more than half of the bed as he lays on his side, his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. He's fast asleep, looking so peaceful, and I hate this sudden urge to punch him. Letting my intrusive thoughts win, my arm swings, my fist connecting with his arm hard enough for his body to jerk back, his eyes flying open and I didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't how he rolled over me, sitting atop my stomach, not with his full weight, but still enough of it to pin me properly, his hands pinning mine next to my head, eyes blazing with anger, but he blinks, and that roaring rage simmers into no
