Page 58 of Someone Else's Wolf

"Of course I did. I'm your partner," grumbled Kirk. "For all the good it does me."

"I'll make you a chocolate cake as a thank you," Peter said, calm as you please. He gave my hand a little squeeze. "For looking after Shane."

Kirk huffed, but it was a very satisfied sort of huff. He took us home and dropped us off, then drove away after one more pointed remark about the size of the cake he would be expecting.

As soon as Peter and I were inside the house, we started undressing each other, kissing and touching everywhere, vaguely heading towards the bedroom but becoming too distracted to go anywhere at all.

"How about the couch?" I suggested, and we made it the few feet farther to land on a softer place than the floor.

He couldn't get enough of me, it seemed. I'd felt ridiculous for missing him so much, but that was disappearing fast.

"Shane," gasped Peter. "You know I love you. You know it. Right?"

"I know it," I tried to say. It was getting harder and harder to speak coherently. "Peter, I—" How could I put into words how much I loved him, how I'd missed him like a part of me was gone, even though it had been only a few days? That he was the realest thing in my life, and I would cherish what we had forever?

I couldn't say any of that. But I think he understood anyway.

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Kirk needn't have worried. Peter made him a three-layer double chocolate black forest cake. Kirk was quite satisfied.

As was I. I had my man back, my boyfriend, my wolf, my mate — and I'd gotten out of hockey as well. Who says there's no such thing as a happy ending?

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