I hoped so.
Closing my eyes, I let out a long breath and leaned into his heat just a little more.
Regardless of anything else, snuggling with Wyatt was an absolute dream.
The next morning,we took a trip back to Moon Ridge to pack some of Wyatt’s clothes. While we were there, we ended up moving my car out of the hospital’s parking lot. We finished the maintenance on the vehicles still in Wyatt’s garage, too.
It was late that night when went back to my apartment for a few days, so I’d be ready for my classes the next morning.
We stayed through the entire work week.
When things got awkward, one of us brought up a truth or dare question. It happened less and less every day, as we grew more comfortable around each other.
I taught my classes like usual, with Wyatt sitting in on the lectures like he was a normal student. He managed not to fall asleep at any point, and seemed more interested than the majority of the students.
He even asked me questions about the lectures afterward.
Which led to me over-explaining and going on and on about scientific shit he probably had no interest in, but he somehow managed to seem fascinated every time.
Though we had a large quantity of ultra-steamy makeout sessions, it never went further than that. I wasn’t sure what we were waiting for, but I didn’t have a problem with getting off on foreplay instead of full-on sex. Wyatt definitely didn’t either.
We went back to Moon Ridge after my last lecture on Friday, and straight to my interview with the werewolf research team.
Wyatt had to attend with me, which was slightly awkward, but we all just kind of pretended he wasn’t there.
The man and woman interviewing me were two of the scientists. They assured me that they were well aware of the wolf mating process and had no problem with adapting for it.
The interview went on for over an hour, but by the time it ended, both of the researchers were grinning and welcoming me to the team. I signed the paperwork that day, agreeing to start in two weeks.
I managed to keep my cool until we made it to the car—and then I was throwing myself into Wyatt’s arms and biting back a shriek of excitement.
“I’m going to do actual research!” I cheered into his shirt. “I don’t have to teach fucking bio 101 anymore!”
“I actually like biology 101, Hoover,” Wyatt said into my hair.
“You’re the only one.”
He chucked as he squeezed me tightly. “Congratulations. I’m happy for you.”
“And that you won’t have to live in a toaster with me anymore.”
“Nah, I’ll miss your tiny bed.”
I was too excited to roll my eyes.
I emailed my boss my two-week notice on the way to Wyatt’s house. As we parked in the garage, my phone buzzed with an email, and I looked down at it.
My eyes widened as I read it.
Then reread it.
And re-reread it.
“What is it?” Wyatt leaned closer.
I turned my phone so he could read it too.
“Damn.” He whistled. “You bought us two weeks to do whatever we want. Good work, Hoover.”
