Ch. 25

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:

~Avery:

The next morning I showered and changed before getting out to the kitchen. I had a horrible time trying to sleep last night. Knowing Drake was right there, just beyond the door, and thinking about what he told me over and over, juxtaposed against the images in my head of him in that da*n towel…

He’d mentioned in our texting weeks ago that werewolves had exceptional senses, especially hearing and smell. I couldn’t chance doing any of the things I wanted to do to get some da*n release without thinking he could hear me.

So I tossed and turned, and tossed and turned. Trying to not think about the way he drives me crazy, or the simple way he views things, or the way he looks at me.

It was hard. Incredibly hard.

Like perhaps harder than his abdomen was when I had pushed him away, when I thought my senses would take over.

I walked out, taking a big breath in, prepared to face him, and-

Nothing. He wasn’t there.

I walked around the place, peaked out the