“I’ll sleep down the hall,” he had said.
Down the hall could mean three doors away.
Down the hall could mean right next door.
Down the hall, in werewolf terms, could probably mean he heard me breathe all night and pretended not to because we were practicing boundaries now.
Wonderful.
I was considering whether to get up, find my bag, brush my teeth, and regain enough dignity to face the day, when there was a soft knock on the door.
And just like that my heart did something embarrassing.
One knock.
Damn him.
“Come in,” I said, then immediately regretted the breathiness of my own voice.
Fuck. I sounded like a cat in heat.
The door opened.
Caelin stepped inside carrying a tray.
Coffee hit me first, square in the chest. Real, strong, black coffee.
Blessed coffee.
God bless coffee
