She likes me.
She’s attracted to me.
And if I don’t stop her, she’s going to walk out that door and go on with her life like we never met.
Absolutely not.
“Perved outon me?” I repeat, a smile tugging at my lips.
She scowls, her face flaming. “You know what I mean.” She purposely looks past me and to the door.
“All because I like cats?” I ask, and she rolls her eyes.
“Why couldn’t you just accept the other answer?” she sighs.
“Because you’re a quick learner and a damn liar.”
She sits back down in the chair, defeated. “Once my thigh stops hurting, I’m high-tailing out of it here,” she mutters. “I mean it. I’m dropping your class.”
I chew my lip, wondering if I should put everything on the line right here.
I know we’ve only spent a few hours together, but I’m sure if we were alone for long enough, we would scent match and you could let me into your heart. Then we can adopt a thousand cats together and I’ll teach you how to play guitar for them every night.
“I’m sorry I tried to tell you what to do,” I say honestly. “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”
“It’s okay,” she murmurs, defeated. “I liked it.”
My breath comes out in awhoosh,and my inner Alpha growls.
I lean against the doorway, breathing in the fresh evening air, gulping in every scent that isn’t Maeve.
Who the fuck was I kidding? I’ve wanted her since I saw her.
Keeping her in my class would just complicate things, and I don’t want to put her through some gross power imbalance all because she smells like heaven.
“Do you still want to learn music?” I ask softly, as she gently pats her thigh through her jeans.
I try not to stare, but her pale hands and small fingers make my throat tighten.
I want to be the one to do that for her.
She’s hurting. I could make it better.
But I just stand there helpless, watching while she touches the skin I so desperately want to taste.
Maeve nods. “I’ll figure it out,” she murmurs.
“I’ll give you lessons.”
The words tumble out of me before I can stop myself.
“You’ll dowhat?” Her eyes widen.
“Lessons. If you really want to drop the class, would you be comfortable if I just taught you how to play on your own time?”
Please say yes, I think.
If this is the last time I see or speak to her, I’m going to combust.
