Page 434 of His Hungry Wolf

It was as I thought about it in my orgasmic afterglow that I eventually fell asleep. And when I woke up the next morning remembering what day it was, I popped open my eyes ready for the rest of my life to begin.

Getting out of bed, I rushed to my travel bag double checking that everything was still there. It was. After heading to the bathroom and getting ready for the day, I left for the kitchen finding Cage.

He and I had never spent much time together. I had always only thought of him as Quin’s incredibly hot wolf shifter boyfriend. That didn’t leave us much to talk about now.

“Morning,” I said joining him at the stove.

“Morning. How did you sleep?” he asked politely.

“Sleep? What’s this sleep thing you speak of?”

Cage chuckled. “You not sleep well? Was the bed not comfortable?”

“Oh, no,” I said reassuring him by resting my hand on his shoulder. “Oh!” I said suddenly distracted by how hard his muscles were.

“Are you squeezing my boyfriend’s shoulder?” Quin asked from behind me.

I turned around finding Quin looking at me strangely.

“Quin? I… ah… Fine, you caught me. This is exactly what it looks like and now I’m in love with your boyfriend. Sorry, not sorry?”

Quin stared at me tensely for a second and then shrugged and walked to us.

“You’ll have to fight every girl and half the guys at the high school he coaches at. But if you win, give me a call,” he said brushing past me and kissing his man good morning.

“Well, I’m not gonna go through all of that,” I said retreating to a stool at the kitchen island.

“Speaking of fighting for your man,” Quin began, “you and Titus looked pretty cozy last night.”

I smiled. “Didn’t we?”

“So, are you going to be doing anything about it or was it just for show?”

“For show? What do you mean?”

Quin and Cage exchanged looks.

“What?”

They didn’t respond.

“What?”

“Cage, do you want to take this one?” Quin asked.

I turned to Cage confused.

“Yeah, Cage, would you like to take this one?” I asked not sure I liked where this was going.

I was half expecting Cage to back down. For some reason, he didn’t.

“I think what Quin means is that you can sometimes do and say things for the reaction to it.”

I gasped dramatically clutching my imagery pearls.

“Okay, yeah. I saw it that time,” I told him admitting he was right. “But, to look at it from my perspective, shut up?”

Quin and Cage both laughed. At that point, I would have been happy to tell them they had been a great audience and to walk off stage, but Quin didn’t let me.