ca
stitches-though those throbbed like tiny knive
er
fe with enough force to leave bru
the plexiglass shattering. His wide green eyes when he r
so so
only thing in the world that mattered. And
has at uni either ignored me or treated me like a prize to be won. Tyler?
making me flinch. Alexis rolled o
texting you at tw
the phone. O
kay. I didn't sleep. I keep thinking ab
en, thumb hovering o
d I ignore it? Did he e
r like a bird's ne
nable to sa
age, then looked at me like I'd just declared I want
know what
on the floor,' and end with, 'Sure, you can kiss m
yes but typed
able. Thanks for checking in. Try to sle
e came with
er knowing you're alri
hammering too hard, and my brain was al
orner café for the "best chai in the city" a
eam sweater I bought you that you never w
t," I grumbled. "I want t
front of five thousand people. You're already a legend."
er judgment, I
t near the back. I was nursing my cha
ell me what you act
ho
play
don't know. It's confusing. Every time he looks at me,
e, "is either the start of a romance novel o
. "Probab
d with Potato sniffing the bandage on my arm
tly nudging her with a cush
eside me, thumping her fee
e buzze
to the clinic for your fol
e. I hadn't asked for
in the corner, spotted the exp
d, before I even opened
wasn't wha
e. Instead, it was a silver SUV with a faint scent of leather and coffee. He h
?" he ask
still aches. Bu
ing about it. You. The blood. I've been in fights, Erica. Bad
rt skipping. "You did
been intentional, I'd know how to hate myself.
stayed quiet, watching the city blur pas
hile the nurse changed my bandages and scolded me for
ack out, he s
ould
eet. He held the door open, ordered for both of us when I couldn't
ay away from alphas,"
lied, setting his drink down
d. "You
. "I'm wor
said it half-sincere, hal
en you hit me, I thought you were just so
ith anger issue
. But also someo
n me for a moment.
n unmistakable flutter low in my belly. My step
ed, instantly a
swallowed. "It mi
ghtened. "
, cheeks
'll get
n't want
t
f, breathing shallow. The world was tilting. His scent pe
ssenger seat, hands care
loser. You can rest. I swear, I wo
ght terr
ght thri
speak. I
uld barely walk straight. He half-carried me up the stairs and onto his
, brow furrowed. "Do you w
ok my
ed, slow
nerve ending on fire,
hat's happening
softene
this
ing to me. My scent. It's strong bec
e. "Bo
Not yet. But Erica... this
t him, hea
ftly, I said
our lips met, someone pounded on the door. Loud. Aggress
red, jaw clenched.
e skyrocketing
know," he
w it in
hat door wasn't
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