Cynthia Dion: 

"Who is it?" I asked, my eyes filled with horror. Had someone snuck into my room and overheard me and Atticus being intimate?

"Who is it?" I refrained from speaking louder, fearing that someone outside my room might overhear me. There was a long period of silence until I heard the voice again, sending shivers down my spine this time.

‘Why are you searching everywhere when I'm right inside of you?’

"Wha--," "You are my w---wolf?" I hugged ...