Four Days by Dannika Dark

It was the longest

and shortest day and night of my life‰ÛÓone that was pressed in my memory like a

rose in a book. He said he‰Ûªd never allowed a woman to stay the whole night, and

he definitely didn‰Ûªt hold a woman as she slept. I also got the feeling he‰Ûªd

never shown this side of himself to anyone‰ÛÓdrawing more than just pleasure from

intimacy, but emotional comfort as well.

‰ÛÏWill you cuddle me

while I sleep?‰Û I asked when he stood naked before me, drinking a bottle of

water.

‰ÛÏI‰Ûªm one of the most

respected Packmasters in the territory. I‰Ûªve killed men for disloyalty, and

those who follow me do so out of fear. I don‰Ûªt cuddle,‰Û was all he said.

So my Thunder Wolf

crossed his arms and lay on his back, watching me in the mirror above the bed

as I rolled on my side and went to sleep. When my breathing became heavy and he

thought I‰Ûªd drifted off, he scooted close behind me and nuzzled his face

against the nape of my neck. I took more pleasure in those secret gestures than

when he kissed me while awake. I‰Ûªd always known that the way a man treats a

woman when no one is watching showed his true colors, but I‰Ûªd never given it

thought beyond that. There is something pure and honest in the way a man treats

a woman when he thinks she isn‰Ûªt aware. It shows the kind of man he truly is.

Now I knew with

absolute certainty that despite his stony presence and arrogant superiority, he

possessed a compassionate heart. Lorenzo Church was a man with two sides to his

life, like a coin.