Jeremy’s POV
Daniel lies asleep in his bed, fatigue from today’s move after school settling over him at last, and Claire had avoided our bedroom after dinner, staying downstairs to read a book. I know the book wasn't that intriguing, but she was avoiding me.
The bedroom.
I can smell it on her. Anticipation laced with restraint, like a held breath that has gone on too long.
My wolf feels it too, and the animal paces inside me, focused with intent. I know what tonight is going to be about, and Claire knows it too. Wife and fated-mate. Mine in a way that doesn’t require force or claim, only permission.
It’s almost midnight when I manage to convince the sleepy girl to come up to our bedroom because I have no kindness left to let her sleep on the couch. No, I refuse that thought. Now, ins
