The aroma of something steamy made my mouth water and that was the wake up call for me. I opened my eyes to the the sunlight streaming through the window. Appreciating the little source of vitamin, I stretched, releasing a satisfied yawn. I glanced to beside me and found the spot empty. Quinn was not there. I shrugged. Figures. He was the one doing the cooking.
I folded my knees to my chest and leaned my chin on them. My face flushed as I recalled the previous night. That was really something crazy and would be best described as the most passionate and steamy night of my life. At least for now. A silly grin appeared on my face and the slight bark of my wolf told me there was more to come. But aside that, there was something about Quinn that night that I couldn't place my finger on. It was
