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I shouldn’t want this.
But I do. And now, it’s even worse than before.
Because now, I know whathefeels like.
CHAPTER 15
ASHER
I’m not sure if Zayne knows this, but I’m hyper aware of his eyes on me. My body hums with need. The need to reach over, pull him into my lap and fucking devour those tempting lips of his.
Lips that have been the only thing on my mind since last night.
I wanted him so damn bad. It took everything in me not to give in to his needy little pleas. But I denied him because I wanted us both to be fully sober when we crossed that line and did something more than just kissing.
Running with him today was exhilarating. Seeing him laughing, enjoying himself, I knew my mate was a good fit. At least for this aspect of my life.
He can’t shift like me, but he keeps up.
I hope running is something we can do more of.
The only thing that ruined the whole moment was when I got a little too excited. I couldn’t help it. The blood pumping through my body, my heart racing. Seeing him run, the primal part of me wanted to hunt him, trap him and, well… fuck him.
In all the years I’ve been running in wolf form, that has never happened. The look in his eyes, the realization of what was happening in that moment, I panicked and bolted.
When I got back home, I shifted and felt like complete shit for leaving him out there. But I needed time to cool down.
I was embarrassed and worried he’d be freaked out, maybe even repulsed.
Thankfully, he didn’t seem off when I came down from my shower and found him back in the house.
When he asked me how I was, my damn heart did a little dance. He cared about me. How I was feeling. I should have asked him the same thing, but I was worried about bringing it up. That actually talking about it would be what turned him away.
If I had any doubt that his feelings for me had changed, I don’t have them now. The way his arousal is coming off him in waves has my cock painfully hard, pressing against my sweatpants.
Shifting, I try my best to cover the evidence of my own arousal.
“You good?”
Clearing my throat, I swallow hard. “Yeah, fine. Just, uh, enjoying the movie. Love this part.”
As if the universe wants to call me out on my bullshit, a cry comes from the TV, catching my attention. My eyes widen as I watch as the dog on the TV gets shot in the head.
“Ahh, really? Damn, Asher, that's some morbid shit.” Zayne's voice is thick with amusement.
I shoot him a glare. “Oh, fuck off.”
He bursts into laughter.
Grumbling, I shut the movie off and stand.
“Where are you going?” Zayne asks.
“Shower,” I mutter back, not looking his way because if I do, he’s going to see the raging hard on I’m sporting.
“But didn’t you just shower not too long ago?”
Fuck.He got me there. But if I don’t get out of here right now, I’m going to snap and possibly do something that could fuck this all up.
