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Yet did he want that from me, or was he only after one thing?

Shit, did he want a one-night stand?

Taro paused at the top of my pants and lifted up. “What’s wrong?”

“What?”

“You tensed up.”

Shit, fuck, shit.What did I do? What did I say? Something where I didn’t sound like a moron with a crush?

A crush. I’d never had one before.

Taro lay over me, folding his hands on my chest to rest his chin on them. Waiting for me to say something. I didn’t know what to say though.

Instead, I brushed his hair away from his eyes and ran my gaze over his face.

What was it about this that had me fucking weak in the knees?

“Like your hair colour,” I said softly.

He flashed me his teeth in a grin. “Good to know.”

When I started running my fingers through his hair and watching it drop from my grasp, only to do it over again, his eyes drifted closed. How did a guy have such soft hair? A small smile touched his lips, his head tipped to the side, cheek resting on my chest. I could play with his hair all damn day long.

My heart thundered. Could he hear it?

He rubbed his head against my chest, and I wrapped my other arm around his shoulders, holding him to me. His weight settled in more. He wasn’t heavy. He fit perfectly. I liked the pressure of having him on top of me.

I squeezed my eyes shut while continuing to play with his hair.

Why did this work for me?

Eventually, his breathing evened out, and I relaxed more into the bed by putting both arms around his body. Holding him. I didn’t hold anyone in bed. Not like this.

Sleep started to drag me under, and all I could think was that I’d lost the will to fight this. I wanted to take that chance.

Chapter Twelve

Wolf

Ihad never slept as soundly as I had last night. It was all to do with the man curled into my back with his nose buried in my hair. A smile overtook me. I had thought he would have run after he had tensed up. He hadn’t. He’dplayedwith my hair, touched me, held me like he wanted to do that more than anything else, more than I thought he would.

I couldn’t believe I had fallen asleep on him, and he’d stayed.

It meant something, didn’t it?

Josh liked me. That sounded juvenile, but I was sure it was true.

Josh.

Not Ruin.

It was good to call him by his real name. To me, it meant a lot, just like when he used my name. It was a connection we hadn’t had before.

His arm around my waist tightened as he stretched and made a noise in the back of his throat. My cock responded.

A knock sounded on the door, and Josh woke with a start, cursing. He leaped over my body and landed on the floor with a thud.

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