Ryker's POV:
The booth was tucked in the far corner, cozy and worn out. I sat there everytime I came here. The sun was slowly peeking out of the clouds and the grey was dissipating as we waited for the pancakes. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, beaten batter and butter filled the air as I leaned back, staring at Tiya.
Goddess, she was so beautiful, and I still had no idea why she had no scent.
"Later, you can worry about it later. Just enjoy the moment," my wolf said, and that was exactly what I wished to do as well.
"How long it takes?" Tiya asked after a few minutes. "Not that I am impatient, but the aroma is killing my stomach." She laughed. She was right. I was suddenly starving, too, for both food and this woman.
"Perfection takes time," I said with a shrug.
"You are right.
