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It was evening, and I had actually taken the damn plunge and asked Taylor to meet me outside the pack grounds. It was my night off and I thought if we were going to talk, we needed to do it away from the pack. Maybe I was reckless and jumped the gun, but apart from Raven’s slap, she hadn’t acted as appalled as I thought she might. It was getting fucking hard without Taylor, but the fear of rejection overrode that need.

I strummed my fingers on the steering wheel until I saw him walk out in his puffer jacket, fitted jeans that hugged his legs perfectly, and those damn fucking gorgeous eyes. He was fucking hot.

He opened the door and got in, and I swallowed, keeping my gaze ahead.

“Hey, Zack.” Even the way he said my name was a fucking turn on in itself.

“Hey, Tay.”

Our eyes met, and when he fucking looked at my lips, I licked them, looking away quickly. We needed to fucking talk. Twenty minutes later, I parked up outside a restaurant and Taylor cocked a brow.

“Never knew this was a date,” he said, smiling.

“It’s not a date,” I replied, frowning.I doubt he’ll stick around when he knows my fucking truth.

We entered, and I gave my name, having made a reservation in one of the private rooms. Taylor whistled.

“You sure this isn’t a date?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I said, frowning.

“Damn, someone’s pretty uptight. You need to loosen up,” he whispered. His hot breath brushed my ear, sending blood to my dick.

“You’ll be the one loosening up, not me,” I shot back, smirking when I saw his neck redden.Yeah, thought so.

The waitress showed us to our room and gave us both a smile.

“I’ll leave you with the menu and I’ll bring-”

“Just give us two of your premium grill share platters and make sure the meat is well done,” I said, “and two bottles of coke.” The waitress nodded and left us to it.

“At least you could have asked me what I wanted,” Taylor said when we both sat down. I cocked a brow.

“You would have ordered exactly that,” I said, stretching my arm across the back of the booth. He smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, true.” Our eyes met, and that same fucking sexual tension between us settled in again. I looked away. I needed to tell him…

“Tay… there’s a reason I brought you here…”

His eyes softened and worry filled them.

“It seemed too good to be true,” he muttered, looking away.

Fuck, I didn’t mean it like that. Reaching over, I took his hand in mine, not missing the way his heart raced or the tingles that coursed through me at our contact.

“After I tell you, you may not even want to see my face again,” I said quietly. He gave me that smile that made my heart feel funny and shook his head.

“I don’t think anything you do could ever make me not want to see you again,” he replied softly.

I don’t fucking deserve you, Tay…

I blew out a breath. Alright, I was ready to tell him...

Taylor

My heart wasracing as I stared over at my sexy as hell mate, in his leather jacket, fitted shirt, and that pout that’s always set on his sexy face. Goddess, I’d let him do me all the fucking time. Just the thought was turning me on, but the worry and guilt in his eyes had me on edge.

When the waitress returned, Zack retracted his hands, much to my disappointment. She left us with ourdrinks and food, closing the door behind her. Soft music was playing in the background, and I honestly could have just pretended we were on a surprise date if it wasn’t for how apprehensive Zack was acting.