The rest of my birthday was uneventful. And three days later we had a welcoming party, which I did not attend, and neither did Greyson. We stayed in bed all night, he had brought in a TV and we watched movies on and off between our lovemaking.
I avoided being at the pack house as much as I could and focused on getting all the books and things for my room set up on Sunday and then Monday morning I was up and ready quickly, loving how Greyson was still sound asleep, face in my pillow, and our blanket clutched to his chest like it was me.
I had taken a shower, dressed in my pencil skirt and pink button up, and grabbed my heels from the closet before walking towards the bed as Greyson started shifting around. I set the heels down and crawled up his legs before smiling down at him as he woke
