Page 82 of His White Moonlight
“Remember, I break easily,” I said faintly.
Frustration crept into his expression a second before he leaned in.His lips brushed my ear as he said, “I’m not your enemy, Wrenly.I would never hurt you.”
Then he was gone, along with his mashed food.
Alone, I hurried to close the door, then stared at it as the feel of his breath on my ear haunted me.It hadn’t felt brotherly.
The things he’d said to me over the last several days—things I’d been desperately not overthinking—ran through my head.
I don’t hate you.
I will never see you as my sister, Wrenly.
I am not your brother, Wrenly.
What do you see me as, Wrenly?
No…it wasn’t…he couldn’t.
Don’t fear me.I won’t hurt you.
I would never hurt you.
I’m trying to understand you, Wrenly.
This time, she’s home for good.
Like a marionette on loose strings, I stumbled back to the bed and sat hard.Mom’s voice filled my head.
He’s more patient than most.He’ll give her the time she needs, even if it drives him crazy.
He’s deeply afraid she’ll reject him.
She’s never shown any interest in him as a mate.
If he looks like he’s going to lose his temper, hug him, Wrenly.
I think you’re the only person he needs to see.
I shook my head.No, I was wrong.There was no way thatIwas the mate that Bennett was waiting for.But I thought back, and so many things were aligning with this new and very unsettling suspicion.
The kiss at the museum.Pinning me to the wall after I stomped on his foot and saying maybe I'd want to play later.
Grandma suggesting flattery.
The way he'd reacted when he found me sitting next to Walt in the park, which I'd blamed on Mom and Dad's “No Boys” rule.
How he’d freaked out about the other woman's scent in his office, but was fine with me napping on his couch.
All the ways he'd messed with me after my panic episode.
What if what he'd done hadn't been a test but an actual kiss on my neck?
The fact that he'd thrown Aiden and Karter into a wall when they mentioned his mate but never did anything to me...they were shifters, though, and could withstand his version of a spanking.
His horrified tone when he’d asked if I liked girls.
I covered my ears as if it could stop my thoughts.
