Chapter 38

• Seconds turned minutes turned hours. Both were knocked out for at least three hours when Emma rolled over, her hands draping over Clyde. She unconsciously winced at the discomfort arising from the middle of her leg. It hurt a bit, but the pleasure she had just experienced overshadowed that pain.
• Clyde's eyes flung open when he felt her hand on him. He looked down to see her smiling while laying across his chest, her full hair sprawled all over the place. A foreign feeling of calmness overtook him. Without knowing, he began to run his hand over her hair numerous times. This act made Emma sigh and snuggle tightly into him.
• She was beautiful and at peace. Clyde saw the world of what a future with her would be like a flash before his eyes; beautiful love-making sessions, cuddling and maybe making cute human babies. All the while he has known her, watching from afar, Emma has always scented nice. Somehow, in that lovely and intoxicating scent, Clyde had wished a couple of times that she was a she-wolf. Not that it mattered anymore.