Killian stared the voluptuous, chocolate-skinned, long-haired beauty down, a smirk forming on his lips at the battle of wills that was about to rain down their heads.
“Sleeping arrangements?” he repeated. “Kendra, look around,” he gestured. “There’s nothing else to sleep in apart from the bed. There’s no room for argument, we’re going to have to put our differences aside and share.”
“But the bed… it’s going to be a tight fit,” Kendra argued.
“What exactly are you afraid of, Ken? Is it my touch?”
Yes!
She didn’t say that though.
Instead, she said, “No, it’s not… it’s just that it’s not exactly proper for a man and a woman who aren’t married to share a room, much less share a bed.”
“We’re not just some man and woman though, Ken… and you know it. Besides, we werewolves do not exactly
