What the Cuff?

God really should have reconsidered making werewolves. Because werewolves like Lyssa could easily rip to pieces, limb from limb, cheating assholes like Byron, her live-in boyfriend. That, or Lyssa needs to have better taste in men...and stay faraway from those with wandering eyes. Drunk as a wolf, she stumbles to her best friend's house to sleep off her whiskey-induced haze, and wakes to...cuffs? Caleb sees his chance and finally seizes it.
His buddies on the force have ribbed him but good for buying silver-plated handcuffs. But Caleb had a perfectly logical reason for purchasing them; he had something important to tell Lyssa, and being that she could put a serious hurtin' on him, he wasn't going to take any chances. So, with a bound werewolf, the woman he's yearned for since they were teens, in his bed, will Caleb find the courage to tell Lyssa that she is his?