39| Please, Touch Me

NICHOLAS

Julie was looking a little nervous before going to sleep. I could understand her nervousness but I had already asked her. She said that she has no problem. She had faith in me and I did not want to break her trust by doing something wrong.

My wolf respected that, too.

But she was not nervous that she had to sleep with me. I did not even understand the reason at that moment but now I understand.

When we lay comfortably, she kept a distance between us. A safe distance. But now. She was clinging to me. She was cuddling with me and her grip was tight.

I peer down at her. Half of her face is curtained by her dark hair as some strands caress them. Her window is slightly opened like always and the moonlight entering from them is falling on her face, making it glow under it.

She has a fair texture that makes her look like a small white kitten.

She is facing me. Her cheek is pressed against my chest. Her legs cage me. Her leg is above me and her arms are wrapped around my torso.