Again, his tone doesn’t match his words.
He sounds disappointed while agreeing with me.
Then, he goes quiet, and we stand there in silence.
I don’t know what else to say, and I’m a little afraid of what might slip out of my mouth if we’re alone together for much longer.
If he wanted to make sure I survived, he did that.
What more does he want?
“If there’s nothing else …” I start, trailing off when I realize I’m not sure how to end the sentence without sounding rude.
He nods slowly, like he understands.
“I’m glad you’re doing so well. It was nice to meet you properly, Robin.”
He stands there, hands in his pockets, with a strange expression on his handsome face, and I can’t help but wish we had something more to talk about.
I’m not sure what possesses me exactly, but I take a step forward and hug him, one hand on his chest, the other going around his arm to his back.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” I tell him, explaining the hug as I rest my head against his shoulder, wishing I didn’t need to move away.
His right hand moves up to hold the left one that’s resting on his chest.
The instant his skin touches mine, I get a jolt of memory that’s strong enough to make me gasp.
In the seconds after Colleen pushed me into the hallway, he stepped through the front door.
I stumbled into his arms in that moment. He caught me, and he held me steady.
The same concern was in his eyes that day, too.
He knew I needed help without needing to be told.
I didn’t understand exactly what was happening, so I should have protested, but I let him lead me out of the house, without the slightest bit of hesitation.
From the moment we met, I knew he was only going to protect me.
I trusted him before I had any idea who he was or why he was in the place I thought of as my home. Something inside me just knew he wasn’t like all the other Alphas I’d ever met.
I step back quickly, letting go of his hand.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks, his tone finally matching his words.
He’s worried about me, and it shows.
He reaches out for me, his hand moving to my arm.
“Are you okay?”
I nod slowly, managing at least that much.
I can’t find the words to speak.
I’m too overwhelmed.
I’m only having these feelings for an Alpha I’ve barely spent any time with because it feels like he cares about me. That’s got to be why. There’s no other reason that makes any kind of sense.
