Alanna left and Charlotte wasn't back yet. Getting to my feet I grabbed my mug. I couldn't help the horrible feeling I had in the pit of my stomach.

The front door opened and closed. He was here, I could feel him. Washing out my mug I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand. His hands gripped my waist, his front flush against my back.

I tensed the mug slipping from my hands. He moved so quietly I could never hear when he approached. Nuzzling his nose in the side of my neck he inhaled ...