Jamie’s P.O.V.
As usual, I was tossing and turning, as soon as I had tried to close my eyes and find some rest. Because, as usual, I couldn’t fall asleep. The scent of Lana was driving me and my wolf crazy. On one side, it calmed us both down, but on the other side, it was like a f*****g drug. It was so damn close, but still too far away to grasp it, and finally take it and hold on to it. The sofa was too damn tiny as well. But still, I preferred this over my car, or miles away in my room inside the packhouse any day of the week, knowing that Lana was so close by. I had my eyes wide open and was staring up at the ceiling, thinking about the evening, the things that had happened and the words that had been said, when right then and there, I heard a small whimper.
I frowned, as I used my
