NOLA
The library door had barely clicked shut behind us when Rhett let out a breath so long and jagged it sounded like a physical collapse. He leaned his forehead against the cool mahogany paneling, his shoulders heaving. Even through his shirt, I could see the corded muscles of his back twitching. The "physics" of our bond was currently a high-tension wire, and we were both vibrating on the edge of a breakdown.
"He knows," Rhett groaned into the wood. "Nola, he’s not suspicious. He’s certain. I could feel his alpha aura pressing against mine like a physical weight. He was measuring the air between us with a mental ruler."
"He's just being protective," I said, though my own heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I reached out to touch his arm, but the moment my skin met h
