Sitting on the edge of the bed, I leaned against him, his arm around my shoulders. “I missed this.” I admitted, voice muffled against his chest. “Being… with you, like this.”
“I missed you.” He said simply. “Every day you were away, every day I thought about you… every second I was waiting for this moment.”
We didn’t need to say more. Words had limits, but our bodies and our bond did not. He pulled me closer, resting his head against mine, and I felt the pull of our shared energy—the subtle vibrations of our werewolf nature, the deep, instinctive knowledge that we were meant for each other.
“I know I scared you.” I said, the words heavy with guilt. “I didn’t mean to… to worry you.”
“You think I was scared?” His grin was small, teasing, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I was terrified. I
