Owen
My wolf is whining inside me. I want to chastise him, I want to yell at him to shut up, but I’m about two seconds from whining in desire myself.
I’ve been so careful since Ava asked for two more weeks before we can finally call off our relationship. I know I want Amelia, but I will not touch her again until Ava and I are no longer an item. I’m already too much like my cheating father, and I refuse to walk any further in his footsteps.
Though I suppose I have touched Amelia in the past week. As if my body has a mind of its own, my hands keep reaching for her, finding excuses to touch her shoulders and her arms. To remove the collar she is perfectly capable of taking off herself.
Maybe this is my fault. Maybe she can tell that I want her, that I have feelings for her. Maybe I’ve
