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His chest heaved.
His lips were swollen.
His eyes burned with something wild.
“This is a mistake,” he rasped.
My body screamed at the loss of his kiss.“Then why does it feel like the only real thing we’ve done?”
His jaw clenched, and his fists curled like he needed to hit something.“Because it is.”
We stood there rattled.
Finally, he turned and dragged both hands over his face like he could scrub away what just happened.
“You need to go,” he muttered.
I swallowed hard and forced steel back into my spine.“No.I’m not running from this.Not from you.”
His eyes snapped back to mine.“You don’t get it, Demi.Wanting you is the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done.And if I don’t stop—” He broke off, voice jagged.“If I don’t stop, it won’t just be me who pays for it.It’ll be you.”
I stepped forward with my hands trembling but steadied them as I placed them flat on his chest.His heart thudded beneath my palms.
“Werewolf,” I said softly, “I don’t want to stop.”
The silence stretched.His eyes searched mine.They were desperate and torn.
And though he didn’t kiss me again, didn’t move, didn’t speak, I knew something had shifted.
“Demi, I—” he started.
I shook my head and stepped back.“If you’re going to tell me to leave, save it.I told you what I want.The ball is in your court now.”
The line we’d been dancing around for weeks had snapped.
“Come find me when you can finally say something more than I’m a mistake.”
Chapter Sixteen
Werewolf
I’d fucked up.
Big.
The second my mouth crashed down on hers, I knew it.The second I tasted her, I was lost.And the second I heard that soft, desperate sound slip from her throat, I was done for.
And then I’d pulled away.Because if I hadn’t, I would’ve taken it further, too far, too fast, with no way back.
Now the memory of it burned through me like fire I couldn’t put out.
Her lips were swollen from the kiss.Her hands clutched my cut like she never wanted to let go.The way she arched into me.
It haunted me.
It wrecked me.
And it made me want more.
