If we were smart, we’d end this now,” Savannah said, her voice trembling as she stood before him, her resolve wavering despite her words.
Theo studied her face, her beautiful features marred by hesitation and pain. She looked so vulnerable, yet he could sense the fire simmering beneath her surface. As miserable as she looked, he knew that wasn’t what she wanted. She was fighting the mate bond because it overwhelmed her, consumed her. He understood; the bond was an unrelenting force, raw and intense, and it terrified her as much as it exhilarated her.
She wasn’t just afraid of him. She was afraid for herself—afraid to let go, to surrender, to trust.
So, Theo made the choice for both of them. He leaned in, his gaze locked on hers, and brushed his mouth softly over hers.
“I don’t think I
