Author's POV;

But as quickly as he had grabbed her, he let her go, her intoxicating smell filling his senses. “Mia?” he called, his voice thick with unuse and surprise.

She exhaled loudly, falling back on her behind. “Yeah.” She let out, massaging her neck. Thankfully, his claws had not drawn blood.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, trying to sit up but Mia pressed her hands against his bare shoulders to stop him.

“Stay,” she said, letting go of her initial shock. ...