Asher POV
I don’t step away. For a moment longer than I usually allow myself, I stand there and watch the soft glow of light through the windows. I listen to the quiet rhythm of movement inside, knowing how close she is. Close enough that I can pick out the subtle shifts in her scene as she moves around the house.
It settles into me too easily, too naturally. As it should.
My mate is on the other side of that door, unclaimed. Which means until I take her into my home and put my mark on her neck, she’s unprotected in every way that matters in my world.
My hand lifts before I can stop it, my wolf pushing me hard enough beneath the surface that he almost takes control. It would be easy enough to close the distance, to knock, and step inside. Give in to all of her questions before she digs
