Werewolf Wedding(72)

“Yeah?”

I nodded, my sweat-soaked hair rasping against Jake’s chest. I nuzzled against him, and threw a leg over his. He was stirring again, I felt, as I brushed my thigh across his half-hard girth. “Why’d you stop?” he asked a moment later.

I shrugged. “Life caught up with me, I guess. Got busy, didn’t have time anymore between working and exercising and whatever else.”

“There’s more though,” he said.

“A psychic werewolf?” I giggled softly.

“You’re just not exactly hard to read. You never say anything without a reason to say it.”

For a minute, I lay there silently. “I guess I stopped believing it. All the happy endings and the big adventures. I got caught up in the day to day, you know?”

“But something changed,” he said, kissing the side of my face softly.

“Someone told me that love does funny things to a person,” I said, pushing up on an elbow to watch his face.

“That sounds familiar,” he grinned. “But you know, those things do happen. I found mine.”

“Found your what?” I asked, already knowing what he was going to say.

“I found my happy ending. She’s right here. Funny how life works out sometimes, isn’t it?”

I kissed him on the neck, then stared at his face, into his eyes. “No,” I said. “It’s perfect.”