Lauren’s Point of View
I wake up to a knock at my door. “Come in,” I call as I start stretching. I look at my clock at it’s 7:58 am. Zac opens my door and smiles at me.
“Good Morning, baby.”
“Morning,” I smile and yawn.
He puts my coffee down on my end table, and crawls onto the bed behind me, and holds me from behind. He breathes me in deep. “I smell more of your wolf today,” he admits. I’ve been here a few days now and living with Zac is awesome. Aside from torturing ourselves with only kissing, things are great. We’re crazy about each other, and each day we both notice that the closer we get to the full moon, so does the pull to each other.
“You work 6-10 tonight?” He asks. “Yup,” I answer. “What do you think about quitting your job at Peggy’s?” He asks.
“What? Why?” I move a
