Chapter 9
Charlie
The scent of coffee in the morning strangely doesn’t turn my stomach. Maybe it was all that ‘stress-relief’ last night. I mean, all that extra oxytocin released with the multiple orgasms probably helps everything, right?
It’s hard to remember now why I was so resistant to Lance. One minute he was this cocky playboy I let into my pants, and the next minute, he’s telling me he’s a wolf—a wolf!—and that I’m his mate. That he’s going to dedicate his life to making me happy.
It’s all too crazy, but those flapping wings of anxiety are mostly gone from my belly. I don’t know if I can really believe he’s the reformed player, but I can admit he’s making a concerted effort to prove that to me.
I can’t really ask for any more than that at the moment.
I climb out of bed. I’m na
