Lior’s arm is a tight band around my waist as we walk through town, his grip almost possessive.
He’s being unusually affectionate today, pressing soft kisses to my temple, his hand never straying far from my side. It should feel comforting, this constant nearness, this unwavering attention.
But a subtle unease has been growing within me, a prickly feeling under my skin whenever I try to create a little space between us.
“I just need to grab a few things from my room,” I tell him as we approach the familiar high walls of the pack house. “Since we’re staying at the cabin for a while.”
The words feel a little strange now, “relocating.” It sounds so… permanent.
He nods, his smile a little too bright. “Of course, little star. Whatever you need. I’ll be right here.”
But his arm remains
