Kira woke slowly and felt warmth enveloping her. A heavy arm was draped possessively over her waist, pulling her back against a broad chest, and soft breaths fanned against the back of her neck.
For a moment, she stayed perfectly still, eyes still closed, letting the feeling settle. Derek's scent wrapped around her like a blanket.
How did I get back in our bed? she wondered.
The last thing she remembered was curling up on the lounge sofa, angry and exhausted. Now here she was, tucked in beside him as if nothing had happened.
Butterflies fluttered low in her stomach. In the entire time they had been married, she had never woken up to find him still in bed. He was always gone before the sun had properly committed to rising, already somewhere else, already out training or buried in pack business.
Part of her wanted to sink back into the warmth, to enjoy this rare, quiet closeness. But she was still furious with him.
