AMARIS’S POV
“What are you doing here?”
The words rushed out of my mouth as if my brain were prioritizing speaking over breathing.
My heart raced from the shock of having one of my mates walk in on my private moment with my best friend.
If Zevran hadn’t walked in when he did, would Tobias have kissed me?
Would I have let him—regardless of the mating bond that existed between me and the Romanov triplets?
Tobias had been on the cusp of saying something to me, and judging by how easily we had angled toward each other, I could guess what it might have been.
It was an instinctual feeling that came with knowing someone so well—better than you knew yourself.
My fingers shot up to nurse the fading sensation on my bottom lip from brushing against Tobias'. I cast Zevran a hasty look.
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