It's Complicated

It's Complicated: 26

===Tala's Point of View===

The feeling of sunlight on my bare back is what first rouses me from my sleep. I don't open my eyes, but I feel the soft sheets of my bed against my skin and smile slightly. I don't think I've ever been this comfortable before.

I let out a small, content sigh and press my cheek further into my pillow.

Something warm begins to lightly trace my exposed shoulders and I make a quiet sound in the back of my throat. That's when I hear a chuckle.

Forcing my relaxed muscles to roll me over, I reposition myself on my back. I listen for any more noises, but it's quiet. Deciding that my mind was playing tricks on me, I let out a deep breath and nestle my face back into my pillow, turning slightly onto my side to be more comfortable.

Not even thirty seconds later, I feel the warmth of something moving across my shoulders, neck and face. It feels good, especially when it travels over a certain section of my neck and shoulder.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion before forcing my eyes to open. I blink a few times before my vision comes into focus. Seeing who it is, my first reaction is to smile at him.

Bo is lying on his side, facing me. His hair, once wet from the rain, is dry and sticking up at funny angles from sleeping. His entire demeanor is calm and relaxed, which makes sense since he just woke up. The purple in his eyes are like molten lava, but are also holding an emotion unfamiliar to me. Even though I can't identify it, it warms my insides.

I allow my eyes to travel away from his face to see he's shirtless. This gives me a complete view of his toned ab muscles and I can't complain.

He clears his throat which brings my eyes back to meet his. I feel the heat creeping from my neck to my face as a dazzling smile lights up his face.

"Morning sweetheart." I clear my throat, getting over the embarrassment of being caught staring.

"Morning." I reply softly. He lifts a hand and brushes hair from my face.

"How are you feeling?" He asks and I tilt my head to the side a little in question.

"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" I move to sit up and I feel the covers fall to my lap. It isn't until I feel an unusual breeze that I look down. I gasp and swiftly grab my sheet to cover my bare chest.

My face heats up and turns an ever darker shade of red. He didn't once avert his gaze from my face and I give him props. Most guys would have looked

"Are you sore?" He asks, watching my face closely to watch for a lie.

"No." I shake my head for extra emphasis, but I haven't tried walking yet. The answer might be different if I try to move around.

The memory of last night and everything we did pops into the forefront of my mind. I groan.

"Tala? What's wrong?" He immediately panics and sits up as well. With the knowledge that we had sex, I can guess he's probably not wearing clothes, but the blanket covers his... area. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. It's just-" I cut off my words with another groan. I bury my face into my hand, holding up the sheet with my other one.

I can't believe it. I practically jumped him last night. Great, now he probably things I'm a first class whore or something.

He growls loudly and makes me jump. I peer at him from between my fingers to see his teeth bared and his eyes getting slightly darker.

"You are not a whore!" My eyes widen and I drop the hand from my face. "You're my Tala, my wolf, my girl, my mate, my only love, my beauty. What we felt last night was a mutual feeling and I don't regret what happened." I drop my gaze to my hand in my lap, feeling slightly unnerved that he's expressing his feelings so freely. He grips my chin lightly and makes me look up again. "I love you and I always will. Until my last breath, I'll love you."