My wolf snorted at the idea that I wouldn’t want him in my bed.
She was pretty spot on.
Cucumber still didn’t move, though. His expression was so neutral that I couldn’t see the indecision in his eyes or anything, but the vibes were definitely there.
He really was unsure.
Apparently men who looked like gods could still have self-doubt. Who knew?
My wolf growled at him. The sound was more cute than threatening.
“I’ll wash the sheets for her after you shift back, if she’s not comfortable with it,” Nico finally said. He reached for the towel wrapped around him, then hesitated again.
I would laugh if he climbed into my bed with a towel on. Legitimately, laugh. He couldn’t bethatworried about making me uncomfortable. He’d probably hooked up with more women than I even wanted to know about, so there was no way he wasn’t used to sleeping in a stranger’s bed.
Instead of pulling the towel off, he rolled it tighter around his waist. Then lowered himself to the mattress.
My humor faded before disappearing entirely.
He really was worried about making me uncomfortable.
Why was he?
It obviously had to do with the mate thing… but in every werewolf book I’d read, having a soulmate guaranteed insta-love. I’d be obsessively in love with him by the morning, if those books were right.
Were they right?
He wasn’t acting like they were.
They didn’t seem like they were.
How was this entire situation going to go with him, if there was no guaranteed love?
We seriously needed to have a conversation.
I really needed him to get my wolf to shift back, too, because I was supposed to be at work in the morning. My early class was the worst possible timeslot the school offered—6:30 AM.
Which was the reason my hair was never done for work, and I wore the absolute minimum makeup.
Teaching online sounded better every freaking time I went to work. The semester had just started a few weeks ago, and I was already ready for it to be over.
Switching to online probably wasn’t the best thing for my career, but it would be good for my soul. And my sleep.
My wolf yawned again, then snuggled right up next to Cucumber. When she poked his chiseled arm with her nose, he lifted it for her, and she draped her head and chest over his body.
He scratched her fur lightly, and she fell asleep so quickly, I don’t think she even had the chance to enjoy being cuddled up with him.
That was probably my fault.
Or the werewolf book’s.
Yeah, I was totally blaming it on the book.
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ABBY
My wolf snarledand tried to snap her teeth clumsily at my phone’s alarm when it started blaring. I was pretty sure it was in the bathroom, on the countertop. Or in my purse. Or maybe I’d tossed it on the couch next to my pants when I came inside.
