Kota elbows me. “Are you all right?”
I let out a breath I’ve been holding and whirl away, gripping my hair. “No! I don’t know what the hell that was.”
“It looked like a stroke.”
“I just totally lost the plot, and I can’t tell her…I mean, I clearly can’t tell her that, or she’ll just laugh and-”
“Yeah, we’re going to go with stroke,” Kota murmurs and guides me back towards the rest of our group.
Bonnie is gone for about ten minutes and then returns without the wolf. She carefully avoids looking at me, which is good because I cannot peel my eyes from her ass.
I slide my hand into my pocket, fingering the underwear.
Feelings.
I’ve caught feelings.
It takes me the rest of the day’s hike to come to terms with this discovery, and by the time I’m setting up her tent, I’m completely and one hundred percent okay with it.
She’s stirring our dinner when I walk over to her. Everyone else is doing other things. I stand as close as I can get without touching her and wait for her to acknowledge me.
Bonnie takes her time, making me wait, then turns, glaring up at me.
“Vale?”
“Bonnie,” I murmur and grab her wrist. I slide my thumb over the sensitive skin there, loving the spike of her scent and the way her pupils get big. “I’ve decided.”
“You’ve decided what?” Her voice is all husky, and I know she hates it; she’s so affected.
“I’ve decided that we’re going to have to work things out between us.”
Her brows snap down. “In what context?”
“In the context of that I want you.”
She grinds her teeth, glaring at me. “Shall I fall down in a heap for such a gracious invitation?”
I bite my lower lip, shaking my head.
“I don’t care what you want.”
“No, you probably don’t, but you should care about what you want.”
“Hormones and exes do not make good bedfellows. I can do without you just fine.”
I lean in, “I can make you feel so good.”
She leans in closer to me, her lips almost on mine. “So can my Jeremiah.”
Rage floods my veins. Whoever he is, he’s dead. “He can’t please you the way I can,” I croon with a dangerous edge. Her eyes flicker around my face, but she doesn’t back down. “I can remove your friend.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Sure, I can. It won’t be an issue at all.”
She blushes, and I lean in closer, trying to read her expression. I know I’m pulling at straws, but I take a chance.
“What colour is Jeremiah?”
