Jaxen POV
The second I was next to her, I pulled her against me out of pure habit and switched off the lamp.
Darkness filled the room.
She couldn’t see well enough to hit me properly, so she tried to kick instead.
I was ready for it. My leg pressed firmly against hers, stopping her from hurting me.
Calling me shameless wasn’t working anymore.
Actually, my wolf and I let out a soft giggle inside.
He was, anyway, a little satisfied.
Scarlett was too tired to keep fighting.
She rolled onto her side, back to me, and tried to sleep. I shifted closer until my chest was against her back.
She suddenly became angry.
“Can you just sleep without touching me? Don't act like an octopus!”
“Sorry. It’s automatic.” It wasn’t a lie.
The behavior came from a place I couldn’t fully control:
