Page 10 of Rescued By The Wolf

There’s a fire already going in the fireplace and Flint leads me over to sit on the couch next to it.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asks.

“Maybe just a water?”

“Sure thing. Sit tight.”

He heads out of the living room, and I look around. The place isn’t furnished much. Just a leather couch and chair, tv, and an end table.

“Here you go,” he says as he returns with a glass of water.

I take it and gulp down half of it in one go.

“Do you want to talk about it? Can you tell me what happened?” He asks as he takes a seat next to me.

“Things were… bad today. My mom was pissed at me, and I was so tense around Roger. I was trying to avoid them, but it was hard. So, I decided to turn in early and headed back to my tent, but it was like I could feel his eyes on me. When I turned around, he was watching me and I just knew I had to get out of there.”

“So, you came here.”

“I started to. I made it to the top of the hill and was headed down this path when I heard something behind me. It was him, and he said that I was a slut; he thought that I had slept with you last night and that I was sneaking away to do it again.”

“That fucking bastard,” Flint hisses.

“He said that I had to do stuff for him now that I was back home and living with him.”

I almost choke on the words. Flint pulls me closer to him, wrapping me up in his arms.

“Don’t worry, Sophie. You don’t have to go back there. You can stay here. For as long as you want. Forever.”

I nod against him, and he squeezes me.

“It’s late, and you’ve had a big day. Let’s get you to bed.”

I nod again, and we stand. He takes my hand and leads me up the stairs and into a bedroom. It smells like Flint, and as I look around, I realize this must be his room.

“I don’t want to kick you out of your room,” I protest.

“You’re not. I’ll be fine.”

He drops my hand and opens a dresser drawer, pulling out a long t-shirt.

“You can sleep in this. If you want.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll let you get some rest. I’ll be right next door if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Flint.”

He smiles, giving me a small nod before he turns and heads out the door. He closes it after him, and I bring the shirt to my nose, inhaling deeply. I should be terrified right now, but the biggest emotion I’m feeling is lust.

I want Flint more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

I can’t have him though.

Can I?

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