#Chapter 96: The Next Morning

Aria The snow mobile ride back to the pack house the next morning felt long and quiet, but maybe that was just because I couldn’t stop glancing sideways at Darren’s profile over his shoulder. He hardly looked at me, but I could feel the way his fingers occasionally brushed across where my hands were wrapped around his waist, the way he grabbed my wrist and gently tugged me closer against his body. The worst part was that I liked it. I hated how easy it was to remember the weight of his hands on my waist or the way his breath had hitched against my skin. My knees still felt weak from it all, my throat still tingling where he had kissed and nipped at me. Something felt different between the two of us that morning, of course. How couldn’t it? But oddly enough, we didn’t really talk about it. Once we woke up in the cabin and realized that we had slept through until morning, we had simply gotten dressed and begun making our way back to the village. I was