Michael Reese.
“It’s so nice, doing nothing and lying naked here with you.”
Hayden kissed the top of my head in what I could safely assume was agreement.
After eight years of living together, I learned a lot about him. Hayden liked to use mint-flavored toothpaste; any other flavor tasted weird according to him. He enjoyed drinking milk in the morning and occasionally coffee, especially when his wolf would get restless. He usually would squint his eyes when he was thinking hard about something, which made him look adorable. And more on the intimate side, he was the hugging type, and the closer we had gotten, the more open he was about it.
So, lying here in his arms on a Sunday morning sure made it feel as if we were leading a normal life. Unfortunately, nothing about our life was normal
