He went still.
Completely and utterly still.
His cock throbbed hard against my palm. Repeatedly. But he pulled my hand off of his erection after a moment.
Then slipped his fingers out of me.
And took a few steps backward.
When I turned around, the back of his hand was to his mouth. His body was heaving.
His eyes were growing unfocused, his hands above his head as he paced the small, empty space in the garage slowly.
He was going to have another panic attack.
“Do you want me to hug you, or do you want space?” I asked.
“Space.” His answer was sharp.
Tight.
Angry.
Guilt swelled in my throat.
Finn hadn’t given me permission to touch him like I had given him. We’d been doing stuff, so the lines had been blurred, but I must’ve read the situation wrong.
He hadn’t wanted to be touched.
I’d trampled over boundaries I hadn’t even bothered to ask about.
Stupid tears welled in my eyes again. God, I really hated how easily I cried sometimes.
“I’m going to take this cake to Jade,” I said, averting my eyes so he wouldn’t see the tears. “Text me to let me know if you want me to meet you at your place or come back home alone. I understand either way. I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.”
He let out a curse with a rough breath.
I slipped into my car and pulled out of the driveway without meeting his eyes.
The guilt was intense.
He probably had bad memories of Jo touching him or something. My friends told me werewolf guys could only be with their mates, so he hadn’t fucked anyone but her.
I shouldn’t have assumed it was okay.
I should’ve asked.
I—
Slammed on the brakes as hard as I could when Finn stepped behind my car, cutting off my escape route.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
He knocked on the window.
