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"Really," I assured him. "Whenever it feels like too much, just say the word, and we can come here."

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

MICHAEL/ DOYLE

MICHAEL

I woke up and the first thing I noticed was Doyle lying next to me, his muscled arms wrapped around me.

Some days, I still couldn’t believe this was my new reality.

Doyle opened his eyes and smiled when he saw me. That smile instantly warmed my insides.

"Morning," Doyle greeted.

"Good morning," I said.

Feeling bold, I leaned forward and initiated the kiss, pleased when Doyle cupped my cheek and kissed me back hungrily.

He pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together, and I felt the steady beat of his heart against my chest.

When Doyle pulled away, I was panting a little.

He brushed a stray lock of hair from my forehead and rested his forehead against mine.

“My gorgeous fox,” he whispered, his voice filled with affection.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. Doyle always knew how to make me feel cherished.

"Did I, uh, sleepwalk again last night?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Surprisingly, no. Maybe things are getting better?" Doyle suggested.

They weren’t. I didn’t have the heart to tell Doyle that I probably didn’t sleepwalk or scream in my sleep last night because I took a couple of sleeping pills.

I knew it wasn’t good to rely on them all the time, but the last thing I wanted to do was alarm Doyle.

Things between us were going so well. Almost two weeks had passed since we returned to Sky Stead.

I had gotten to know Doyle’s family and the rest of his pack mates better.

I thought I was doing a decent job, helping Doyle get his woodworking pieces online by building him a website and managing his social media.

What I looked forward to the most were the quiet weekends with Doyle at his cabin.

I didn’t want to spoil what Doyle and I had going, by telling him my nightmares had only gotten worse.

"You're seeing your dad today, right?" Doyle asked.

"Yeah, he'll be arriving here by lunchtime," I said.

"Are you excited to see him?" Doyle asked.

"We've been constantly talking on the phone and texting," I said, rolling my eyes, but deep down?

I was excited to see my dad, show him the progress I'd achieved on my own.

"What about you?" I asked. "I overheard you and Zane talking late last night."

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