No, I didn’t believe Jane. But Romanwasacting weird. Having cleaned out his entire dresser. Having a woman’s necklace in his room. It didn’t add up.
“I haven’t been with anyone else.”
His minty scent smelt so damn good. I needed to leave. Now. “Well, I don’t believe you.” I walked to the door, being the dramatic bitch that I was, andhmmftat him. “I’ll be going.”
He rolled his eyes, then smirked down at my shirt. “You’re going to walk home in my shirt? What would everyone think?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’ll just ask Jane for clothes. Jane!”
As if she was waiting outside the door—begging for drama—she popped her head into the room. “I’d love to get you some clothes”—she grabbed my hand—“come with me.”
“Don’t tell her lies about me,” Roman said.
“No promises,” she called down the hall. She pulled me down the stairs to her room on the opposite side of the house. After searching through some clothes, she handed me a pair of cut-off jeans and a pink crop top. As I tugged on her clothes, she sat on the bed, kicking her legs back and forth. “So, you and Roman…”
“What about us?” I adjusted the crop top in the mirror and frowned.
“Are you dating?”
I laughed. “No.” Nowhere close to dating.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t like him like that.”
Lie.
She arched a brow. “Yes, you do. You wouldn’t have gotten angry about him being with other girls if you didn’t like him like that.”
I took off the pink top, deciding that it was too much, and put on Roman’s shirt, tucking the shirt into the waistband of my jeans. “The only reason that I reacted the way I did was because I didn’t want to get any diseases from Va—” I stopped, knowing that her and Vanessa were friends, and pressed my lips together.
She crossed her arms over her chest and stood. “You’re lying. You like my brother.”
This was the second time in the past two days someone had accused me of liking Roman. And, while a small piece of me did, I didn’t want Roman to think I was head over heels about him. It was purely physical between us, and I didn’t want to ruin that. Whatever kind of thing we had would have to suffice because I lost him after his parents died and I didn’t want to lose him again.
“I’m not lying,” I said. “He’s just...hot.”
Chapter 27
Roman
While Isabella changed into clothes, I sat in my bedroom. If I didn’t control my wolf, he would take her for all that she was when she got back. And she would be back. She had her breakfast here and a night that she would never forget.
Hell, I would never forget it. Having her sleep in my arms for the first night. Waking up with her scent all over me. Giving her a real taste of me and my wolf. Getting her closer to submitting.
Her sweet scent still lingered in the room, and I tried my hardest to come up with something to say to keep her here. I needed to keep her here. It was all I wanted. Another night. Another hour. Another minute.
I listened to her and Jane’s faint voices and rubbed my palms on my sweatpants. Moon Goddess, I was so nervous and I knew why. From her almost looking in my journals to her looking at Mom’s mate necklace… from her almost finding out my secret.
That I was in love with her.
Her and only her.
My wolf wanted her to sleep with us tonight. He had been waiting for her for years. And just one taste wasn’t enough. He wantedmore. More. More. More. More.
The door opened, and I stood up, heart racing. “Isabell—”
Jane walked into the room with a smirk on her face. She hopped on my bed, kicked her feet back and forth, and twirled a finger around her hair. “Isabella? Oh, she’s long gone.”
