***[POV: Flee First Fox]***
Rolling over on the feel of single-ply, sateen Egyptian cotton - with a thread count higher than the population of some of the smallest shifter kingdoms in my world - made the light that cut through a gap in the curtains lance directly onto my face.
The disorienting brightness triggered memories of the night to my waking brain. Not just the heated breaths and tangled limbs. But practically everything after.
Whispering things I shouldn't have said. That moment when I kissed between her shoulder blades without thinking. Just because I felt gratitude that she either didn't hear or didn't comment..
> What have I done, Vrika? <
My wolf spirit stretched 'awake' lazily in my mindscape, radiating a sense of deep contentment at every one of my choices that made me want to scowl. I sat up abruptly, clutching a pillow to my chest as I realized I could hear the sound of running water from her ensuite bathroom.
