That made the most sense.
I started trying to stand up. My tailbone didn’t hurt anymore. That probably had something to do with the wolf thing.
Finn was on his feet before I could, crossing the kitchen.
I watched him fill a glass of water in the sink.
He brought it over to me while I stood and stretched a little.
“Thanks,” I murmured.
“Yeah.” His eyes moved slowly, hotly, down my body before they snapped back up to mine. “Sorry.”
“Sorry for…” I trailed off.
“Staring.”
“I think mates are allowed to stare at each other.”
Finn’s expression darkened. “We’re not mates.”
There it was.
He didn’t want to be with me.
That wasn’t devastating. I didn’t know him or anything. And as much as I thought it was fun to joke about meeting a werewolf, I wasn’t really ready to change my life because of it.
“I thought biting each other made the connection permanent,” I said.
“It did. Does.”
“But you don’t want a mate?”
“No.” Finn shook his head.
It didn’t surprise me. According to Nico, he didn’t even talk to women.
“What does it mean to be mates? If we have a bunch of sex, can we just go our separate ways afterward?” I asked.
Finn blinked. “Our wolves will drag us back to each other frequently, but some couples manage ajust friendsthing after the climax.”
“That sounds kind of nice. We can take a few days off work to have a ton of sex, then go back to our own lives? As long as we meet up once or twice a week afterward to make the wolves happy?”
“Three or four times a week, probably. Maybe every day, some weeks.”
“But we don’t have to live together?” I checked.
“Not after the mating process.”
“Which will end after we have sex?”
Finn nodded slowly.
“Well, I’m on board if you are.” I fanned my face with my hand. “I’m pretty uncomfortable right now, but you can take some time to think about it if you want?”
His forehead creased slightly. “Time would be good, yeah.”
“Okay.” I glanced around the room. I could see my pants, bra, and sweater, but my thong was missing.
