After mine and Mack’s near kiss, or whatever it was, the next morning I’m not looking forward to facing the rest of the pack.
I know nothing happened, but every time I look at Mack, I can’t help but think something will give my feelings away. Feelings I’m trying really hard not to dwell on, especially after my dreams last night.
It’s becoming clear that this isn’t simple gratitude, not anymore. No, my feelings have shifted into something… warmer. Maybe that’s perfectly natural when a man saves a woman for her to have warm feelings for him.
But that doesn’t explain you hoping he’d kiss you, or you wanting to put your hand on his chest. Does it?
Mack helps me into the bathroom with my face pointed deliberately away from him and my cheeks flushed with remembrance. After I’ve cleaned up, t
