Lucas and I slept over at his room in the pack house that day, deciding to have breakfast there the next morning. He had another set of clothes and toiletries in his suite at the top of the pack house and he had enough foresight to have someone transfer some of my things from his home to his suite.

I rolled over to him as soon as the first rays of sunshine filtered in through the blinds and poked his cheek. He didn't move. I poked it again, liking the bouncy sensation of his soft cheek. I ...