Death

KACELA

Wyatt looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time.  I licked my lips and intentionally used my entire body to brush up against him as he held the car door open for me.  He practically ran to the driver’s seat and drove much too fast to get us home.

I was giggling by the time he parked, tossing the keys to the warrior who met us on the drive.  I was beginning to get used to the way that everyone was so open about their feelings.  Wyatt strode over to my side of the door and masterfully opened it, picking me out of the front seat like I was a baby.  I winked at the warrior who looked amused.

For the second time in as many days, Wyatt carried me up to our floor, opening the door to the suite and carrying me in.  Instead of putting me on the bed, however, he sat on the couch with me still on his lap.  I put my arms around his neck and began nuzzling him in the crook where his neck met his shoulder.  I co