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I lean forward, trailing kisses over her exposed stomach, tank top, and collarbone, making sure to avoid my release before I reach her lips.

“That’s funny because that’s the only way I’ve ever seen you. Now, be a good girl and prove me right.”

37

POLARIS

Nerves thrum through my veins as I glance at my reflection. Black jeans, black boots, black tee, and a black jacket. “Do you think my outfit matches my personality?” I ask, a grin spreading across my face as I watch Asher’s eyes widen with panic before his mouth starts opening and clamping shut quickly as he stammers for a response.

“That’s not funny,” he grumbles as I fail to stifle the chuckle with my hand over my mouth.

I don’t know what is going on with me, but apparently, waking up with a man beside me, followed swiftly with him between my legs, puts me in an excellent mood for the day—even if we are about to break so many rules.

He eliminates the distance between us, but instead of stopping in front of me, he circles me to wrap his arms around my waist, his eyes catching mine in our reflection. His fingers tease at the waistband of my jeans, his eyes darkening in the mirror, but before he can say a word, like I can sense he wants to, a knock comes from the door.

“We could pretend we’re not here,” he breathes, pressing his lips to my throat, and I shiver.

“I thought we have something important to do,” I mutter, and his pupils dilate.

“Doing you is a top priority,” he states, making my cheeks heat as I shake my head at him.

“Have I mentioned how insufferable you are?” I don’t give him a chance to answer as I step out of his embrace and hurry toward my bedroom door. Swinging it open, I come face to face with Lincoln. He glares at me instantly, while Wylder smirks over his shoulder. Minnie and Tatum are a little to the left, broad smiles on their faces as they step forward, brown paper bags in their hands.

“We brought you breakfast,” Minnie explains, and I take the bag from her grasp.

“Thank you,” I answer, waving for everyone to step into my room, and the moment they’re all inside and I close the door behind me, I instantly regret it.

There are too many people in here.

I feel small, out of place, and washed out in their presence. Especially when Minnie and Lincoln glance around my room and I spend what feels like an eternity worrying about what they think.

I feel vulnerable.Realvulnerable.

Trying to get past the gloomy thoughts, I focus on the bag in my hand, peering inside to reveal a dozen pastries. I take a chocolate croissant before handing the bag off to Asher.

“So, sleepovers, huh?” Wylder murmurs, pulling my attention his way, and he winks. “When do I get a turn?”

My cheeks burn as I stuff the croissant in my mouth and Asher clips Wylder in the back of the head. “Don’t overwhelm her,” he grumbles, earning a scoff from the brute.

“You’re just saying that because youhada sleepover. If it was the other way around, you would be begging for a turn,” hesnides, and Asher cocks a brow at him before turning to look at me.

“I’m not the one who does the begging.”

I splutter on my food, plastering my hand over my mouth as I turn away from everyone.

Dead.

Slayed.

Stamp-date the burial.

I can’t survive these damn wolves.

Minnie claps her hands over her ears, babbling so she can’t hear anyone, and it has a wistful way of easing the tension in the room.

A hand lands on my shoulder, drawing my attention to the person behind it, and it’s Tatum’s eyes that meet mine. “Ignore them, Polaris. They just like making you blush,” he murmurs, amusement in the tiny flick to the corner of his mouth.

I roll my eyes at them as Lincoln sighs, disgruntled. “If we’re done here, we need to go.” His disdained tone is a bucket of water to the flames that lick over my skin.

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