I woke up wrapped in warmth. That kind that makes you not want to get up, or even move. The kind that you want to bask in. The kind that makes you wonder if you were a house cat in your past life.
I snorted at myself. From a lazy house cat to a powerful Werewolf. What are the odds?
I felt something heavy wrap around my middle. I was lying on my side, my face smushed against a warm, hard surface. I could tell from the scent that it was Posey. His sweet coconut and ocean breeze scent that makes my mouth water. He's shirtless too, which rarely happens. Posey usually wears a T-shirt and pajama bottoms in bed with me. I thought it was because of the way I reacted when I woke up naked with Cyprian. Why's he shirtless now?
Are you complaining right now? Millie asked incredulously.
Absolutely
