Page 69 of Knot My Only Fan

Her shoulders sag, and her head drops until she is looking at the floor.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. “Shush, I’m here for you.”

I wish she’d bite me, and then I could send good thoughts her way.

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

Chapter 22

Grace

“You’re staying,” I say quietly. Part of me wants it so much, yet I can’t forget he is an alpha and with that comes threats I can’t ignore.

“I am.”

I twist away from him and grab my toothbrush, slide the paste across, and brush my teeth.

Our proximity to each other in the bathroom suddenly makes it feel claustrophobic, causing my breath to catch in my throat as he watches me in the mirror ahead.

His eyes roam over my face, searching for something before our gazes connect. It’s intense, never wavers, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

Why does he make me feel this way?

Crouching down, I grab the spare toothbrush from the cupboard below and hand it to him with the paste.

He smiles. “Thanks.”

He steps forward. His body touches mine. Only the smallest touch, but my breath still catches in my throat.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice rough and gravelly.

We stand in charged silence for a few seconds before I swallow and nod. “I am.” I lie.

How can I relax when I’m sure my perfume is coating the air? Yet he keeps silent about it. He doesn’t seem affected by it. Maybe he doesn’t really like it—or me.

I know I can like an alpha’s scent, but it doesn’t make us a match.

I contemplate that as I stare at my reflection while taking the hairbrush and brushing my hair.

“You good?” His chest is rising and falling. It’s like being this close to an omega is testing his restraint. Does that mean he feels something?

“I need to put my pajamas on,” I breathe.

His lips stretch into a smirk. “Do you need me to help?”

I laugh. Happy he broke the weirdness between us. “Just a bit of privacy is fine.”

Breaking our eye contact, I spin on my heels and dash away from him.

I grab my pajamas from my overnight bag and shove the pants up my legs, shimmying the dress up to my hips before I push the straps down my arms.

Feeling his gaze burning into my neck, I glance over my shoulder to see him standing at the bathroom door, looking like a lion eyeing his prey.

“Do you need my help?” he asks, stepping forward.

I grab my pajama top and push it over my head. “Could you unzip me?”

He doesn’t respond.

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