That wasnotthe reaction I expected from myself. What began as a pleasant, if playful, evening with Taylor had turned into a battle of wills—my brain against my body.
And my brain lost by a landslide.
Nudging his foot beneath the table, caressing his hand—all those small, innocent touches were gasoline on a fire. My initial attraction to Taylor exploded. I craved him in a way I'd never experienced before.
It was shocking, honestly.
That final moment where the two of us hesitated to part filled me with budding hope. Did Taylor feel the same way I did?
As the date died down and the cameras turned off, I heaved a sigh of relief. What a chore. I couldn't wait for this reality TV nonsense to end.
But if it did, would I lose Taylor forever? Would he go home, back to his normal life, and leave me behind?
The idea terrified me. My inner dragon growled with deep displeasure. I had to bite down on my cheek to stop myself from shifting in rage and despair.
Oh, Holy Drake, I was already too deep into this...
After Duke assured me filming was wrapped for the day, I stormed silently off set. I disappeared deep into the forest and shifted. My beloved suit was enchanted, and was safely swallowed up into my dragon's scales. Power rippled across my body, freeing me from my human form. My claws dug into the ground and I hissed in frustration.
Taylor.
I needed him.
A growl reverberated in my long throat. I didn't normally feel so... feral. I prided myself on controlling my draconic urges.
But Taylor had unlocked something within me, and now the beast couldn't be shoved back into its cage.
I paced the forest floor restlessly. What Ishould'vedone was gone back to the castle, slipped into my room and rested for tomorrow's filming. If today was any indication, the next day would be filled with similar nonsense.
But I was painfully awake, a crackling live wire. I couldn't have fallen asleep even if my eyes were duct-taped shut.
As the moon slowly rose, I spent an hour warring against my urges. It was nighttime. By now all the kobold staff must've gone home. The beach was dark and empty.
Which meant nobody would see me if I went to visit Taylor.
Dragons were impatient creatures who wanted what they wanted, and they wanted itnow.
And I wanted Taylor right this second.
A switch flipped. My impulsive, reckless dragon side took over. Without sparing it another thought, I leapt into the sky and flew towards the omegas' hotel.
I recalled perfectly which room was his. I'd never forget after I locked eyes with him on his first day.
Now the question was—would he actually let me in?
I angled my wings, careful to stay quiet as I banked towards his room. When I reached the balcony, I hovered on top of it for a second, shifted in mid-air, then landed on the concrete ledge.
I blew out a breath and dusted off my suit. I caught my reflection in the glass. I still looked fantastic.
The inside of the room was dark. Looking closer, I noticed the curtains were drawn. What a shame. I would've liked to catch a glimpse of Taylor's sleeping form. I was sure it was adorable.
Would it be too creepy to open the sliding door and walk in?
Probably.
As much as my dragon soul wanted to claim Taylor right this second, I had to keepsomedecorum.
Instead of barging in like I wanted to, I knocked softly on the glass.
