Kelly slips into her she-wolf's lap, arms curl around Logan's neck, and breath, sweet and warm, rolls out from parted lips. "--I love you, so much, you know that, don't you?"
The book that Logan had been skimming haphazardly was quickly, and eagerly forgotten when the weight of her lap shifted. Closing the thin novel she tossed it toward the side table before her hands began preoccupied instead with the gentle swells of her mate's hips. Humming warmly back at her with nothing but affection brimming in the depths of her gaze, "I love you more. You know that, don't you?"








