heartbeat, and know that he lived ... that he was real.
She pressed her palm to his heart, reveling in the pounding tempo.
Raoul bent his head and kissed her softly, bringing her to tingling awareness. He broke away rather than deepen it, and cupped her cheek in his palm.
“Will he come after us again?” She had to know and couldn’t help asking.
“You made it plain you did not want him, so I think not. But did you mean what you said? Can you love a werewolf?”
She felt him tense imperceptibly, expecting her rejection. His vulnerability made a thrill race through her, singing in her veins. “I’m willing to give you my all,” she said through a grin, touched.
Raoul smiled wolfishly. “Good. Let’s take another shower,” he said, winking.
The End