Quinn
Consciousness crept up on me gradually. My fingertips grazed across warm skin and my senses filled with vanilla and honeysuckle. I inhaled; the scent was so strong it tickled my nostrils. I felt eyes on me, and I wanted to bask in their glow. My wolf purred contentedly in my mind. Suddenly thoughts rushed back, duties, tasks, requests, and the horrible reality swept in like a cold breeze.
“If only I could turn my brain off and stay here in bed with you.” I groaned into Irina’s fragrant hair.
“No rest for the wicked,” she said.
“Humph.” My eyes popped open and saw Irina looking down with amusement. “How long have you been awake?”
She looked alert but tired. “A few hours.”
“Were you staring at me the whole time like a creeper?” I grinned.
She smiled faintly. “Maybe.”
“I’d
