Artemisia

I wake up feeling like I got hit by a bus running at full speed.

Peeling my eyes open, I think I must be hallucinating as his mouth-watering scent invades my senses.

Turning in his strong arms, I find myself in the embrace of Fynn, who is still sleeping peacefully. I rub my eyes, thinking I must be losing my mind, but he doesn’t transform, he doesn’t disappear.

He’s really here.

Lying in my bed.

“Stop fidgeting around so much,” his deep and husky voice gets me to halt ...