Shiloh
After years of anticipation, my eighteenth birthday was finally upon us. All I had to do was sleep for a few hours, then I would be able to mark my mate, claiming Jax as mine for the rest of our lives.
I must have changed my mind at least twenty times throughout the day about what I was going to wear to bed. When that time arrived, I slipped into a light pink silk nightgown with little purple butterflies, but I opted out of wearing any panties.
Once I was under the blanket with Jax, he rolled to his side and slightly lifted the blanket up. After his eyes raked the length of my body, he huskily mumbled, “I love how that fabric clings to your body.”
“I’m so glad you like it. I wanted to get something sexier for the occasion, but you know how that goes,” I s
