“Probably not. I read too many sex books for that.”
“What do sex books have to do with cucumbers?”
She shot me an incredulous look. “Tell me you didn’t just ask me that.”
“I can’t.”
“Dear Lord, Nico.” She shook her head, looking back at the window. “Do you know nothing about sexting?”
“Less than nothing.”
“How?”
“I live with a bunch of rejected guys, remember?”
“Still! You’ve obviously hooked up with plenty of women before, so?—”
“No, I haven’t.”
She flashed me a look. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not. My wolf wouldn’t let me sleep with anyone but my mate. No one’s will. Male werewolves are territorial of and loyal to their women long before we meet them.”
“That can’t be true.” Her look was now incredulous.
“I got off in a towel, Abby.”
The incredulousness faded slightly. “I thought you just found me sexy or something.”
“I do.”
“Only because you’ve never been with anyone else.”
My grip on the wheel tightened. “That’s not why.”
“You don’t really know that, though.”
My wolf’s growl rattled my chest. “Like hell I don’t.”
She didn’t reply, but her disagreement was pretty damn clear.
I turned down the road that led to my house, wrestling my wolf for the first time in nearly a decade as I tried to keep him quiet.
We passed Graham’s place, and Wyatt’s too, before I finally pulled up outside mine.
Taking a slow, steadying breath, I tried to calm the wolf.
And failed.
It was going to be a long fucking day if I couldn’t find peace with the beast again.
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ABBY
I staredat the building in front of us for at least three minutes. Nico didn’t say a thing. I wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but if he didn’t want to bring it up yet, I wasn’t going to either.
I was too busy staring.
