Sam slid his long, toned arms around Emily's waist and rested his head on her shoulder. She was making them both a cup of tea in their tiny kitchen and the early morning sun rays that shone down on her hands suddenly felt cool in comparison to her fiancé.
He noted the dark circles under her warm and loving eyes. "You could have just kicked me out of bed. I know I was tossing and turning all night. They just don't make beds big enough for werewolves now days." He grinned at his own joke but he meant every word he said to her. He was amazed that such a perfect soul could ever attach herself to someone like him and stay there even after all the damage that he had caused. He would gladly sleep on the couch if it meant she was more comfortable.
"You needed your sleep. You run too much and it worries me that you try to stretch yourself so far. I miss you, every night that you go out on patrol my world feels too cold."Sam pushed her loose hair aside and kissed her neck.
"You're too good to me."
"I just love you is all." she giggled as his nose nuzzled her ear.
"No, I think it's more than that. Most people love their dogs. You let yours sleep in the same bed."
The romance of the moment was shattered when Emily burst out laughing at the comparison and turned to kiss her Sam, her protector, properly.