Ryan

Walking to my office a week after the most incredible night of my life, and I still had trouble clearing my mind of how Lyra felt under me.

Around me.

The taste of her. The feel of her.

Not that I wanted to, but holding meetings, or settling pack differences while my pants bulged in the front was not ideal.

Ever since our night together in the woods, she was all I could think about. It was like a piece of me was missing when she wasn't around.

I ...