She also needs to be knotted, which has been happening in the other room without me.
I place my hands against the kitchen counter and lean over the sink, focusing on my breaths like Fang did earlier.
It’s possible she doesn’t want me with her, and that’s…that will have to be fine.
Even if the rejection stings.
Ivan and Fang can take care of the knotting; they know what to do.
I can at least offer the other comforts.
She’s my friend.
We’refriends.
And if that’s all I can give her?—
“Hey.”
Her voice startles me, and I jump. When I turn around, she’s dressed in her sweatshirt and jeans from before, her hair tangled and wild. Glassy warm eyes meet mine, and she’s never been more beautiful.
I forgot how to breathe.
“Hi,” I choke out, frozen.
Scent match. Mine.
I fight a million impulses at once, staring at her beautiful face and flushed cheeks.
“What’s all this?” she asks, motioning to the kitchen island.
Platters of crackers, meats, and cheeses are neatly aligned, made to look as uniform as possible.
“I wanted to make sure you had something to eat,” I mutter, staring intently at the wooden floor. “We also have three different soups.”
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, and I think she knows it.
“Logan,” she says gently, “look at me, please.”
My eyes shoot up to hers, and what I see there makes my chest ache.
Her gaze is softer and kinder than I could have imagined. Her pupils are huge, blown with lust and arousal, but the tenderness is still there.
She’s smiling. She’s smiling at me,for me.
Mine.
“Where are Ivan and Fang?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
Her nose crinkles. “Did you not notice they’re outside? They gave us time alone, trying not to freeze.”
I didn’t even notice they left. I was so wrapped up in preparing everything I could for her that I didn’t notice two full grown men walk through the cabin.
I shake my head, my face burning.
I want to move.
I want to stay in frozen in place.
