Denali
When I come out from putting Nolan to sleep, Nash is on the prowl, moving softly around the cottage, looking through windows without moving the shades.
I should be scared to know he truly believes we’re in danger. It’s hard to feel scared with such a vigilant protector, though.
I have this crazy desire to ease his tension, too. Which is weird, because I’m supposed to be keeping him at a distance. I guess my lioness doesn’t understand that part. She sees him as mate. Mine to soothe. To satisfy. To invite to bed.
Aw, s**t. I’m totally going to invite him into my bed.
Yeah, him sleeping on the couch only lasted one night. Well, I can’t help it. All last night I thought about what it’d be like to have him sleeping beside me. Would he hold me against his chest like he did that night
