Carrie stared at her mate, standing in front of her cabin. He was dressed in dark jeans and a simple t-shirt. His long hair was tied in a messy bun on top of his head.
God, she thought. She didn’t think she would see him so early in the morning. She thought he would come late at night, like he did last night.
God, last night.
Carrie closed her eyes as a shiver worked its way through her body. Last night was explosive. And they didn’t even do anything. But he managed to break her with just a touch, and his scent. Carrie bit into her bottom lip as she remembered what happened after he whispered to her to breathe in his scent again. She didn’t know why he made her do that. It didn’t make sense to her. But after she breathed in his scent for a few seconds, she fell asleep on top of him.
