The moment I woke up from my dream, I felt ridic ulous for having had such a dream in the first place.

I touched my heated face and tender lips.

They felt as if Griffon had really been here.

Sha me filled me at the thought of fantasizing about Griffon, but my accidental brush of my lips across his cheek must have sparked something in my subconscious.

After all, I had been with him for five years. My body knew his so very intimately, had always responded to him so eagerly. I was used to his touch, and that moment at the Wilton pack manor was familiar.

But I would...