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We cling to each other, trembling, sweating, and panting. I know all our problems are waiting not far away, and any minute now, they’ll be back to frustrate me. This moment will only make everything more complicated.

But right now, I don’t care. I just want to hold him and keep this perfect moment forever.

Chapter 14 - Peter

The next morning, I wake with my arms wrapped around Lucy, trapped between the warm weight of her body on top of me and the soft couch cushions underneath.

I’m not sure exactly how we ended up snuggling like this, but the sex is very clear in my mind. I don’t remember much about how it started, just a raging desire that turned into white-hot lust that ripped away all my control.

I remember every sweet, intense moment after that. And she really does taste like peaches—every single inch of her.

I look down at her, snuggled on my chest. My heart twists inside me. I feel terrible, and I’m not even sure why.

What have I done? What is this going to mean to her?

Lucy murmurs in her sleep and moves on top of me, wrapping herself more tightly around my body. Panic surges through my blood as I wonder how the hell I’m going to move her, and what I’ll say when she wakes up.

Very carefully, I start to slide her off me towards the couch. I wriggle in the opposite direction until I can get a foot down to the ground and slip out from under her. To my relief, she just curls up on the couch and doesn’t stir.

I hurry to the bathroom for a shower, trying to settle the anxiousness rising inside. I’ve never wanted to run more than I do right now, but I also feel a great sense of responsibility that I can’t shake.

Fuck! I can’t hurt her… how can I possibly hurt her? I can’t stay, either. I can’t be the man she needs. What the fuck have I done?

I get dressed in some far more comfortable clothes than the day before and check out my stubble, having a quick shave with a razor Rider brought me. I know I should get some of my own things, but that brings permanence to the situation, as if I’m settling in.

When I go to the kitchen, I hear Lucy stir. I put the coffee on, trying to act casual, but my every sense is homed in on her movements.

While I make the coffee, I check my phone, and there are several messages from Rider telling me to meet him at Shelley’s. Apparently, there’s a pack meeting, and they all want me involved.

What did I just say about permanence?

“Good morning,” Lucy says, coming into the kitchen. I jump a little, cursing myself for losing track of her. I hand her a cup of coffee, trying to hide the fact that my heart is hammering like a hydraulic drill.

“Morning,” I answer. “Looks like I’ve got a pack meeting today. If you could just drop me off, that would be great.”

Best to get straight down to business, and then we won’t have to talk.

“Yeah, I know,” she says. “Fiona has already gone in to open the store, so I can take you.”

“Sounds good,” I reply. “I’ll just finish this, and we’ll go. I guess I won’t get a chance to bug you at the shop today.” I try to smile, but the joke feels flat, even to me.

“Oh, I’m coming,” Lucy says. “Fiona is fine at the bakery with Sarah.”

What?

“Why?” I say gingerly. “I mean, you don’t have to.”

“No,” she says, smiling. “I want to.”

Oh, fuck.

The expression on her face is so sweet and happy, I can’t bear to speak and shatter it, but this is literally my worst nightmare coming true. Forced into “pack business” with wolves I don’t even know, and now the woman I’m tied to against my will is going to watch.

“Okay,” I say flatly, getting up so I don’t have to look at her. I rinse my cup and go stand by the door. Lucy’s face drops a little, but I don’t acknowledge it.

I’m not fucking talking about this.

We drive to Shelley’s in silence. Rider is waiting out the back for us. Even though I’m not looking forward to the meeting, I am glad to see him.

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