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No.
Hell no.
I reach for him, fingers curling into that smooth skin of his, tracing the lines of muscle like I’ve got any control over my life right now.
“Don’t go,” I whisper, my voice barely there. “Not tonight. I don’t want to be alone.”
His eyes search mine, burning with emotion. “You sure?”
“Yes.” I nod, heart pounding so loud I can barely hear myself think. “I don’t know what this is going to be. But I know I don’t want you to leave.”
“If I stay, I’ll want to mark you. Claim you.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I’ll make you mine, Pretty Girl. I can’t do halfway with you.”
“So, you’re asking me to decide right now? All or nothing?”
My heart is pounding, and I feel like I’m about to lose out on something big. Something I don’t quite understand.
“Shit. No, I’m not forcing you or pressuring you. I’m sorry, Baby. I just,” he stops, and struggles to calm himself.
His arms wrap around me again, tight and warm, as he tucks me against his chest.
I feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palm.
And when he leans down to kiss me again, it’s softer. Sweeter.
“If you want me to, then I’ll stay,” he murmurs against my lips. “All night. Right here. And we don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Tamare.”
And just like that, I relax. I melt into him.
No more pretending.
No more running.
Just warmth. Trust. Desire.
And the terrifying, beautiful possibility that this might just be the start of everything.
Chapter 19
Dane
The sun’s not even peeking over the skyline yet, but I’m already awake.
Habit.
Old instincts die hard.
Waking up before the world lets me get my head on straight before Alex barrels into the day like a shot out of a cannon.
But today, I expect he’ll sleep in—shifting for the first time takes a toll.
My little boy earned his rest.
I glance down.
