“It’s also mycouch.”
A ghost of a smile made its way to mylips.
“Do you know how many girls would love to be in your shoes rightnow?”
“My shoes are starting to hurt my feet, so I don’t thinkmany.”
He side-eyed me, and although there wasn’t much light, his eyes seemed greener. “There’s the Ness Clark I know andadore.”
“Shutup.”
He chuckled softly, and it smoothed the spiny ridges of this strangenight.
46
After feasting on leftover lasagna,I showered and changed into one of his T-shirts that smelled so strongly of him it made my head spin. Did I also smell like sandalwood and sawdust now? Or did August smell like me? Or maybe our scents had mixed and created a completely differentaroma.
I asked him as I helped him pull a sheet over thecouch.
His freckles seemed to darken at my question, which of course prompted me to ask, “What?”
He spent an extra-long time tucking the sheet under the seat cushions before straightening up and rubbing the back of his neck. “They meant that we smelled like we”—he snatched the coverlet from the coffee table and unfolded it—“like we’d hadsex.”
“Oh.” I wrinkled my nose. “So . . .sweaty?”
A bark of laughter burst out ofhim.
I tossed the pillow I’d been stuffing in a pillowcase at him. He caught it and finished my half-assjob.
“What did I say now?” I asked, arching aneyebrow.
“What sort of strenuous sex have you been having?” He was stillgrinning.
I dragged my hand through my hair. “I, um . . .haven’t.”
“Never?” His grin settled into a faintsmile.
I was certain I was beet-red.
He simply said, “Huh,” which was really worse than not saying anything at all. “I didn’t mean to make you feelembarrassed.”
“You didn’t. It’s just a really weird conversation to be having.” I straightened the coverlet he’d tossed over the couch. “On the upside, I don’t know what I’m missing.” I sat down, the T-shirt with the small Watt logo riding up. I tugged on the hem. “I know you said you got used to the mating link, but you know what you’re missing, so it mustsuck.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I’ve had so much on my mind lately between Mom and the pack and work that I haven’t had much time to dwell onit.”
“Apparently men think about sex every sevenseconds.”
He snorted. “Is thatso?”
I leaned over and flicked hisarm.
He shook his head, but his grin increased. “You’re really going to keep thatup?”
“Until Ileave.”
That zapped the smile right off his face. He sat down next to me, his weight dipping the couch. “You shouldn’t have to leave again. It’s not good for yourbody.”
“It wouldn’t be good for my mind to stick around. The day Liam’s no longerAlpha—”
