Matthew POV“I’m sorry about the mess,” she says with a small laugh. “He’s at my friend’s tonight.”“Don’t apologize,” I say, shrugging it off. “Do you want a drink?”“Sure.”“I have wine. Is that okay?” she asks.“Yes, but not before I clean that,” I nod toward her arm. “Where’s your first aid kit?”“That’s okay, I can clean it myself,” Jill argues.But I cut her off.“You can tell me, or I’ll find it myself.”Frowning, she points through the bathroom door.“In the medicine cabinet.”I retrieve the kit and a washcloth as she pours two glasses of wine and takes a sip from hers.We move over to the couch, and she sits as I kneel in front of her.I pour antiseptic onto the cloth and gently clean the dried blood from her arm. She hisses in pain but doesn’t move away from me, her eyes watching me as I work.Being so close to her, my wolf is growing restless, eager to comfort her, to embrace her. I can smell the sweet scent of her as I work, and it drives my senses crazy. The adrenaline fr
Read more