Rowe (Primal, #1)

by Dylan Page

“Kayd…” I crinkled my nose from whatever was tickling it, swatting the hairs away. “Kayd?” “No…” I mumbled, trying to roll away, but found myself surrounded by a wall of muscle. Rowe! My eyes snapped open to find the hairs of the furs beneath me brushing against my face. That answered what was tickling me. As for the wall of muscle, however… I slowly peered up to find Rowe watching me, his lips curling up in that little smile of his that I actually found rather endearing. Then I remembered what he’d done last night, the touching and rubbing and… “Hey, Muscles.” I yawned, using the excuse to stretch to put some distance between us, and quickly got down to business, needing him to understand. I sat up on my knees, facing him as I gave him a stern look, hoping he’d comprehend how serious I was. “Look, I get that last night stuff happened. But we can’t be doing that. I need to get home. You understand? Hooooome.” I pointed to the hills. Rowe, however, was lying on his side unmoving. Then, he simply leaned forward and butted his head into my stomach, wrapping his arms around my waist, looking perfectly content to just lie here all day. I peered over at the sun streaming down through the crack of his nook, much higher than it had been yesterday when I woke up. I didn’t want to waste daylight. I had to take advantage of this and get out of here. “Hey, listen to me, big guy,” I said to him, giving his shoulder a little swat, to which he responded by giving my butt a little smack i...