Chapter 21

I'd never spent the whole night in bed with someone before - Frederic had made me come to him, or he'd come to me, but he'd never spent the night nor allowed me to stay in his room. That would have implied an intimacy he would never have permitted. When I woke Monday morning with Jack's warm body pressed against my back, I thought at first I was still asleep and dreaming. His arm was anchored around my waist, holding me tight to his chest, and I could feel little prickles on my back and thighs from his chest and leg hair. That, I think, was the detail that finally convinced me I wasn't dreaming. Then I heard a sound like a grumpy bear and had to stifle a giggle. My werewolf lover snored.

Well, it was nice to know he had some flaws. Once I got used to them, his snores were kind of endearing. I fluffed my pillow, wiggled my butt into a more comfortable position against his groin and went back to sleep.

The next time I woke, it was to find myself flat on my back with Jack above me, rain