Page 12 of The Artsy Girl’s Guide to Mating with a Werewolf (Mate Hunted #2)
GRAHAM—EIGHTISH MONTHS LATER
“What are you doing? We have work today.” My forehead was creased as I followed Stella into the kitchen. She’d traded her usual paint-speckled bra and shorts for a simple, black sports bra and a pair of leggings in the same shade.
“Did you forget what today is?” she checked.
“Uhh…” I raked my mind, trying to come up with the right answer.
Yeah.
I’d definitely forgotten.
Stella grinned. “It’s the anniversary of the day we met and the hunt started. I made plans.”
“The kind of plans that involve me stripping these off of you?” I ran my hands down the curve of her waist.
Her grin widened. “Later, yes. First, put on something outdoorsy.”
“I don’t think I own anything that isn’t outdoorsy.”
“Your pajama pants collection would disagree.”
“Ouch.” I held a hand to my chest, feigning offense as I went into the bedroom to grab a pair of pants that would work better outside than my sweats.
We both enjoyed hiking, so I was fairly confident that was what she had planned.
When I emerged, she was packing food into a backpack.
My eyes followed a box of graham crackers, a bag of marshmallows, and a large package of chocolate in after a couple of frozen PB&J sandwiches.
“We’re making s’mores, huh?”
“It would be a sin not to, considering the role they played in us getting together,” she teased.
“That’s fair.”
“And delicious.” She zipped up the backpack. I took it from her smoothly, slipping it onto my shoulders. Stella captured my hand, and I parted her fingers with mine.
I’d never get tired of touching her.
We headed out the front door, our arms brushing as we walked to our favorite trail.
“What’s your favorite thing about the year we spent together? Other than the sex,” she teased.
I snorted. “The sex is great, but it’s not at the top of my list.”
“Okay.” She glanced over at me, smiling. “Then what’s your favorite?”
“You.”
She rolled her eyes. “Nice try.”
“I’m not kidding, Stell. Morning coffee with you. Lazy afternoons. Evening hikes. Knowing that when I get home, you’ll be there. It messes with my head in all of the best ways.” I squeezed her hand. “What’s your favorite?”
“The fun,” she admitted. “You just make things fun. Meals are fun. Coffee is fun. Grocery shopping is fun. Sleeping is fun. Sex is fun. Everything is with you, as ridiculous as it sounds.”
“It’s not ridiculous.”
“Good, because I planned something extra fun for our picnic.” The wicked look she shot me had my cock hardening almost immediately.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Jade and Wyatt interrupted before we could hook up on the trail. It would be a shame not to fix that.”
“A huge shame,” I agreed. “Especially when I could feed you s’mores while I fuck you.”
She grinned. “Exactly.”
I met her grin with one of my own. “Happy anniversary, Stell. I love you.”
“I love you too. Happy anniversary, Teddy Graham.”
When I pulled her to a stop and tugged her into my arms to kiss her, she buried her hands in my hair and kissed me back just as passionately.
She was my whole fucking world, and that was never going to change.