RILEY
The sun’s warmth came through the curtains, making me wake up. I moved slowly, only to feel something holding me tightly around the waist.
I stilled, remembering what happened last night. Every detail came, but my head was not as messed up as yesterday.
Margret had told me some parts about werewolves, and when I asked Logan to explain, he only told me what I already knew.
Last night, being with him felt right, like it was meant for me. But I knew I had to learn more about his kind, even more about him, and not to mention his wolf.
Trying to turn around, but the arm around me pulls me tighter towards the hard chest behind me, which only makes me smile.
I wiggled a little so I could turn around to face him.
He’s awake.
Why didn’t he wake me up?
“Morning, beautiful,” he said,
