And away from any other men.
I’d already checked to see if she texted me too many times.
She hadn’t.
How many days would she last before her wolf made her reach out? They were already strangely at peace with each other, so I wasn’t hopeful that it would be soon.
I checked my phone again anyway as I walked home with Connor and Ethan. Wyatt was basically honeymooning, andGraham and Nico were spending their evenings with their mates.
I shouldn’t have thought they were lucky for that, but I did.
Ethan ripped my phone out of my hand. “What are you waiting for?”
I shouldn’t have given him the code last year.
When I tried to steal the device back, Connor knocked my hand away.
Ethan whistled. “You haven’t texted your mate since before the climax? And she’s never texted you?”
“Everything’s up in the air,” I gritted out.
“You obviously want to hear from her,” Connor said. “Just text her.”
“I don’t know what to say. She’s fine with being friends with benefits.”
“That was what you wanted.” Ethan’s thumbs flew across the screen. I lunged for the phone, and he handed it over.
I read the message he’d sent once.
Twice.
A third time.
Me
Hey, how are you doing?
It was surprisingly neutral.
“That’s what you want to know, right?” Ethan drawled. “Whether or not she’s planning to come back sometime soon.”
Emmy texted back immediately.
All three of us crowded around the phone.
I wanted to shove them away, but the messages had my full focus.
Emmy
Good! Just got home from my Pilates class! You?
My cock throbbed with the mental image of her in a workout class.
In leggings and a sports bra.
Fuck. I’d probably kill to see that.
“You have to reply,” Ethan pointed out, gesturing to the screen.
