Howl Stories

As the rain continued to pour, I rubbed my eyes while my fingers clutched my cup of European roasted coffee. Rain drops dotted the glass door as I took a sip. "Hey, V," a soothing, masculine voice coaxed. "Looking into the night?" I felt two soft hands gently grab onto my waist, massaging my skin with his fingers through my pajama pants. "Hi, Blade," I cooed. "I'm waiting for the lightning to stop, babe." My best friend,...