"Don't lie to yourself," her heart scolded, and she faced it this time, too aware of the man behind her to deny it. Brady was the only one who had ever understood her, what she needed. When he kissed her jaw again, she closed her eyes and said nothing to make him stop.
"You smell good," he mumbled against her neck, sweet vanilla assaulting his senses. The feel of his lips on her skin sent an unexpected shiver of pleasure into her stomach.
"Are you cold?" he asked, tightening his arms around her.
Angela flushed, nodding so he would pull the blanket around them and make their innocent embrace more private, romantic.
Aware that things were going fast, knowing tomorrow she'd probably be standoffish again, Marc wrapped the quilt around them anyway, pulled another cover over their legs.
As he wrapped himself around her, she slipped her hand into his. Marc sucked in a breath at her movement, heart skipping at the feel of her, and they sat together in silence, both very aware of the other, yet content to just be so close.
The day caught up to her quickly. When Angela was asleep in his arms, Marc gently laid them down, pulled the covers up. He cradled her, loving every second of having her so close. As he buried his face in her hair, he placed a long, slow kiss to her neck that gave him chills and sent her eyes flying open.
Marc put his head down, forcing himself to stop despite how hard it (he) was.
"Night, Honey. See you in the morning."
"Yes, you will," she mumbled groggily, already falling back to sleep, and he joined her, the wolf at their feet. They would face their demons together when the time came.