Chapter 45

Warrick

I can't fucking sleep. Luna's curled up next to me like a little pup, and I just had the best damn sex of my life, but sleep won't come for me tonight. Yeah, she chose me, and I'm fucking flattered, but I took something both Ethan and Callan wanted—after I ripped into them for touching her. I figured if I kept my distance and gave her my surly side, she'd want nothing to do with me. But here she came, a naked little waif in the night, slipping between my sheets and saying things to me in her wide-eyed innocence that no man could resist. Hell, she probably didn't even know how half of that sounded to my ears.