The call ended, the faint, disembodied voice on the other end a ghost of the life we’d been pulled from. In the quiet that followed, a new tension, thick and sweet, descended upon us.
I wasn’t sure what to feel.
Embarrassed, yes. My lips were raw, swollen from his kiss, my pulse still erratic. Disappointed, too—because he stopped. Because of a phone call. Because reality had barged in when I wanted nothing but him.
Alpha Gregor pulled back only an inch, just enough for cold air to slip between us. His storm-colored eyes searched mine, tortured, his breath ragged. He was holding himself together by threads, but my fingers were still clenched in his shirt like my life depended on it.
I wasn’t ready to let go.
Gregor looked at me, a flicker of something I couldn't name—was it regret? sel
