Chapter 36
( Cameron POV)
It's morning.
Another night of my wolf giving me the cold shoulder, and not acknowledging me in my subconscious.I'd almost welcome the brooding now, just for the distraction.
Because right now, I've got a different kind of problem.
A hard problem.
Lying next to me.
One bare leg thrown casually over my thighs. One tiny, dangerously short nightdress. And all of it belongs to Lenora.
I glance down—and immediately regret it.
Her chest is… everywhere. That flimsy excuse of fabric is doing absolutely nothing to contain her. I think I can actually see a nipple peeking out. Heavens help me.
And that leg?
If she shifts even an inch higher, she's going to brush right up against my very hard situation.
I groan internally.
This is torture. Pure, carnal, slow-burning torture.
