Chapter 17

GRACE

That night, when Silas and I went to bed, I had built a pillow barrier between us. Needless to say, that did nothing to help. When I woke up the next morning, Silas was sleeping on his back on his half of the bed. I, on the other hand, was sprawled across the entire bed, arms clinging onto Silas' torso. He had one of his strong arms around my waist, bringing me impossibly closer to him and his other hand laid under his head. The smug look on his face begged me to wipe it off somehow, but it was way too early for snarky remarks so I scrambled away from him and locked myself in the ensuite bathroom for an hour instead.

My body enjoyed the contact it had with Silas. He was barely clothed, only a pair of boxer briefs on. I felt flustered, the sparks from the contact still lingered on my skin which made my mind hazy, and my wolf purr in pleasure. A week of this and I'd be caving into this mate bond much quicker than I had