Yohan’s past

>>Maya

Quiet nights

Cold weather.

Warm blanket and us.

It felt like pure happiness just being in Yohan’s arms. I felt a form of protection I had long forgotten since my parents died.

Yohan was warm, his touch was cozy, his embrace was lovely and his entire existence was homely.

Just being with him made me happy.

We were supposed to go to sleep since Yohan wanted to leave early for his pack house but instead we both took a shower and cuddled on the bed in our pj’s.

I was in his embrace and he had the blanket wrapped around us.

We were talking about completely random stuff and time continued to pass.

“Say Yohan.” My head was resting on his chest.

“Hmm?”

“I noticed you couldn’t sleep during the thunderstorm. Is it always like that?”

“Well, sort of.”

“Why? You don’t seem the type to be scared of something like that.”