[Denali’s POV]
The next morning, I lay with Rosco, basking in the feel of his sturdy body against mine. Sighing, I attempt to snuggle in closer, but stop as a growl of warning escapes him.
“Careful, mi reina.” He warns, giving me a smirk. “If you push too much, I may not be able to control myself.”
“Why does that sound so familiar?” I muse, remembering the first time I ever lay together in bed with him. “It seems like ages ago.”
Even if it was just a little under a year that passed, so much has happened, but here we were alive and together.
“I hope six weeks goes by quickly." Rosco grumbles, beginning to ease his hand up my shirt.
“Be good.” I warn, though I don’t stop him. “You’re acting like a fiend.”
“I am a fiend when it comes to you.”
Shifting his body, Rosco begins to lift my
