She's entrusting Wolfie with making sure I sleep?
And leaving me?
Alone. With him.
I mean, I know she doesn't have much of a choice.
But still.
"Make sure she sleeps?"
Really? I don't need sleep that bad, and there's no way in h3ll I'm sleeping with him in the room.
I turn and glare at Wolfie's tall and bulky frame. I have to tilt my head up quite a bit to look him in the eye from my position sitting with my legs dangling off the bed. He simply stares back.
Dang he's pretty.
We stay like this for a hot minute.
And when I say hot, I mean hot.
There's a sort of warmth collecting in my stomach, and I almost feel a sweat brake loose. For a split second — split second — the fact that I may be going through heat flashed through my mind. It's mainly a werewolf thing, but it's very common for females mated to wolves, even if they're not one themselves, to experience it too.