Hunter's POV (Continuation...)
That night in place at the twin mountains, just proved how I terribly feared Layla's possible disappointment on me when I did more than kiss her in the kitchen over our dinner. It was good thing that we patched up our misunderstanding. She too was misinterpreted my action in distancing myself from her.
It was for her protection for her and my sanity when the wolf inside me wanting nothing but to devour her right on the table. It wasn't like I can't promise pleasure and she was responding to me. However, thinking about it, my action might have taken her aback.
That night, in bed, we both fell asleep.
I was never a cuddler type. No. I detest it.
And if there would be a woman in my bed, it will be for my s*xual appetite and nothing else.
But that night, I was changed.
Many would say that I was ferociously incorrigible and I couldn't agree more.
But I did bend my will to cater someone else wish.
