Page 233 of His White Moonlight
I reached for his jacket, gripping it at his sides and turning my head to kiss his lips lightly.
“When I withdraw, you hold me tighter.When I’m accommodating, you’re less smothering.When you start smothering, I go to extremes.It’s that simple.”
He sighed and set his forehead against mine.
“Your words tear through me better than any shifter’s claws, Wrenly.Why can’t you just let yourself want me?I know you do.I can smell it.”
“Basically, you’re asking why I can’t just sit down, shut up, and do what you want me to do.Do you really want a lifeless puppet?Because that’s what you’ll get with your method.You told me to fight for a life I love.That’s what I’m doing.”
He growled and pushed back from me.But he didn’t walk away.He threaded his fingers through mine and led the way out to the car.We held hands all the way to the pastry shop.I refused after though.
“If you want my continued affection, you need to let me eat,” I said, already reaching into the bag.
“Don’t you want to wait until we reach the office?”
“Hell no.I want to get crumbs all over your expensive car so you can find one weeks from now and think of me gorging myself on pastries.”I gave him my most innocent grin then bit into the buttery flakiness I’d been craving.
He watched me for several seconds, then darted in to lick the corner of my mouth.
“What was that?”I asked after I swallowed.
“Crumb control.”
He started the car and drove the rest of the way to the office.
Miranda was waiting at the desk by the time we arrived.She frowned at my casual clothes.
“Where are the clothes from yesterday?”
“Getting washed.Don’t worry, I have different clothes.”I pointed to the bag Bennett was carrying for me.
Miranda gave me a disapproving look.Grinning, I held out a pastry bag to her.
“I brought you a bribe.”
She looked at Bennett.“Before I accept her bribe, what are the rules for today?”
He snorted.“Rules?What rules?”
Miranda and I watched him walk into his office and close the door.The blinds stayed open, though.
“It doesn’t smell like you two are fighting.What happened?Why did I need to bring running clothes?I thought the doctor’s instructions said no running until the stitches were removed.”
“They do, and I plan to follow them.But I think Bennett is going to test me every way possible today, which might wear on my nerves.So the jogging clothes are my Plan B.”
“And your Plan A?”
I grinned.“I’ll tell you about it when I drag you away for a much-needed break at ten.”
The office door opened.
“Wrenly, I need to speak with you, please,” Bennett said.
I winked at Miranda and turned toward Bennett.“About what?”
He gestured for me to go into his office.I complied and found myself pinned to the back of the closed door.
“I said no kissing at work.”
