“I know you’re there,” Growl said quietly. I walked outside hesitantly. The cold bit at my skin, especially where Growl’s mouth had wetted my nightgown. He looked tired. “You should be sleeping,” he said. “You too.” “I can’t,” he admitted. “Me neither.” We looked at each other. “Can I stay?” Growl nodded. I took a step toward the free chair, then changed my mind and headed for Growl. His brows crinkled as he watched me. I crawled on his lap and put my head down on his shoulder. He smelled of sex, of us. He let out a low breath but didn’t do anything else. He was warm and strong. I drew in his
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