I gulp as we approach Luca’s lower bunk because I am completely out of my element – I’ve never, ever been in a boy’s bed before except, obviously, a member of my family –
But Luca, to my relief, gestures me towards the head of his bed before sitting down on the other end, lounging back against the metal footboard with one leg bent at the knee, his arm wrapped casually around it. I grimace a little inwardly to see that his left boot is sole-down on his blankets. Slowly I lower myself onto the bed, perching on the edge, my eyes unblinking as I watch him.
“Make yourself comfortable, Shrimp,” he says, raising his chin and indicating that I should relax. “I’m not going to bite.”
My wolf gasps. Do you think we could get him to do that? He could give us his mark!
Mentally I smack her on the
