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He doesn’t love me. And he never will.

Chapter 6 - Bailey

I stay away from Gina all night.

Even though I’m tempted to bring her something to eat or ask how she’s feeling, I don’t go to her. When I hear her run a bath, I keep myself busy so she doesn’t feel like I’m intruding on her.

After she finishes, she heads to the kitchen. I’m torn—is it polite to speak to her now, or would it seem as if I’m ignoring her if I don’t? In the end, I just stay in my room for one simple reason.

I can’t keep my hands off her.

Wanting her is torture, but I can’t get enough of it. Her scent is driving me mad, and I think I’d rather be insane than live without it.

When I wake up in the morning, I realize that she never came to bed. The disappointment aches in my chest like a ragged scar.

I wish I could make it all up to her.

I’ve never wanted anything more. I can’t stop thinking about her tortured eyes and the tremble in her voice. She doesn’t want to be here, it’s obvious. She’s trapped, and it’s my fault.

A trapped wolf could gnaw off its own foot to regain its freedom.

I can’t stand the thought of hurting her. But I can’t lose her, either.

When I head downstairs, I find Gina sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. I see that she’s made a fresh pot of coffee and get myself a cup before I sit down.

“Good morning,” I say, trying to sound bright and cheerful. I realize it’s the lamest line ever spoken, but I don’t know what else to say.

How about, you’re so hot, my fingers are still on fire, and my cock has been hard as a steel rod for twelve hours straight?

Probably shouldn’t say that.

“Good morning, Bae,” she answers. She’s holding her cup in front of her, balanced on her fingertips. All I can see is her pretty blue eyes looking at me over the rim of the mug.

“Did you sleep well?” I ask. Another lame line. I also feel like I just stumbled straight into the danger zone.

“Fine,” she says, her tone flat. “You?”

I did not sleep well at all. I tossed and turned, reliving the fire of her kiss in every single cell. All I can think about is kissing her again.

Every single delicious inch of her.

“Bae?” Gina asks, dragging me back to the present. “Did you sleep well?”

I shake my head slowly. “No, I did not.”

I keep my eyes on hers, letting the intensity build. We can’t run from this—we’re fated mates. We have to figure it out.

I know she wants me. I could feel it in her kiss.

“Well, they have something for that,” she says flippantly. “It’s called a cold shower.”

I see her grin for just a split second before she takes another sip of coffee. I’m stuck between being mad about getting rejected and laughing at her quick line and coy expression.

I know she wants me.

“Maybe you should take one yourself,” I shoot back. “Things seemed to be getting pretty hot on your end… and if you’d like to try the therapy, I’ll stand in, observe, and take notes.”

She nods sagely. “For the purposes of research, of course.”

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