Half an hour. I dropped all my stuff by the door and flopped down on the couch, letting out a long, gusty sigh as my head hit Colin's pillow.
It smelled like him.
My whole apartment was starting to, and I liked it a lot more than I'd ever admit out loud.
Colin said home to all my senses, in a way, even my parents and their house didn't. Like something that was just mine, as opposed to shared with three boisterous werewolf siblings.
Maybe I was more werewolfy than I thought, what with the weird bursts of possessiveness coming out of nowhere.
Being surrounded by Colin's scent and knowing he'd be coming back soon definitely improved my sense of general well-being, but it also gave me a little guilty twinge in the pit of my stomach.
Because I'd been waiting for an opportunity to be alone all day, to do something he wouldn't approve of. And doing it in the space he'd at least temporarily claimed as his own felt like even more of a betrayal.
