A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 17

Holy fuck, the scars just made him even more yes. That is the only way I can describe it. Logan is just yes for me.

I just wanted to lick- Wait what? What is going on with my thoughts? I'm going crazy and there is nothing to explain why... unless... I swear if they are drugging me.

I look back up to Logan's face. His breathing wasn't as soft and even like it was a couple minutes ago, but more heavy and rough. I didn't know why, so I put my hand on his chest and started to lightly trace parts of the scars with the tip of my finger. Pleasurable tingles ran up my hand and arm, making me want more, but then I felt him shudder and I quickly pulled my hand away.

Logan turned and wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. i was flush up against his side and I would've thought he was awake, but he wasn't. It was almost like he subconsciously knew where I was wounded and avoided that too. I found this position quite comfortable and with the amount of heat Logan gave off I wasn't cold. Found myself a new heater.

I want to know why I did this, but for right now I could care less about that. I could feel myself healing quicker with the more rest, so if I just sleep it all off now, the quicker I'll be at doing to stuff again.

I looked up at Logan and then put my head on his chest. I took a deep breath and inhaled the woodsy scent Logan gave off and closed my eyes. I could hear his heart beat and that soon lulled be back to a now dreamless sleep.

I woke up cocooned in warmth. I shifted closer to the source and then drew a quick breath as a heavy wave of pain shot through my torso. It may have only been two days since I got stabbed, but it wasn't going to be much longer until I was healed enough for me to be able to do things. I've always healed faster than I though I should be able to.

I went rigid then relaxed as the pain subsided. Something around my my waist loosened and something shifted besides me. I cracked my eyes open to see I was face to face with a toned, bare chest. Not that I was complaining.

"Are you okay?" Logan asked. I almost melted at the sound of his husky morning voice. It was sexy as hell.

"Y-yeah," I stuttered and then internally scolded myself for stuttering.

"You sure?" he edged on.

"Yes, I'm sure," I stated as I looked up to his face.

"I have to admit, waking up and finding you here was a surprise," Logan admitted with a small smirk tugging at the edges of his mouth.

"Where you going?"

"To get some food," I responded and walked out of the room without waiting for him. I heard him quickly stumble out of bed and follow me.

Max's POV-

The next few days have been boring beyond belief. No one would let me do anything, I literally wasn't allowed of the house but I was feeling, and doing, fine. Everyone seemed a bit shocked at my fast healing, especially the doctor. They really didn't know how to explain it though I feel like they had an idea and weren't telling me. I feel like they all have been keeping something from me. Something big.

It was Friday and I was waiting for everyone to get back from school. Maria was hovering over me constantly, scolding me when I would get up and move around. Don't get me wrong, I am forever grateful for what they are doing for me, but now it was getting a little annoying.

I sighed and got up from the living room couch where I was watching TV and headed to my temporary room. It was getting a little warm for me and my sweatpants and hoodie was getting to much for me. I looked through my bags trying to find a t-shirt, or even tank top, but they were all dirty or left at my apartment. I decided to just go with a sports bra and basketball shorts.