The Fire Between Us
413 Words
Ezra
She walked out like she won. Like she didn’t just kiss me back with enough heat to melt stone.
I stood there, heart pounding like a fool, hands clenched into fists.
Pearl had always been soft — back then. Always smiling, always looking at me like I was more than the wolf I was turning into.
Now? She looked at me like a man she wanted to destroy and devour at the same time.
And the worst part?
I wanted her to.
Pearl
I made it halfway to my room before I had to stop. My hands were still shaking.
From anger.
From desire.
From him.
I hated that he could still do this to me. That one look, one touch, and my body forgot everything my mind had memorized: the rejection, the silence, the pain.
I should’ve slapped him.
Instead, I let him kiss me like I was his.
But I’m not. Not anymore.
A knock at the door.
I didn’t answer.
The door opened anyway.
“Seriously?” I said, not even turning. “Do you not understand boundaries now?”
“Tell me you don’t want me,” Ezra said.
His voice was low. Rough. Dangerous.
I spun around, ready to yell — but stopped cold.
He wasn’t angry.
He looked wrecked.
“Tell me you don’t feel it,” he whispered. “Tell me your wolf doesn’t call for mine every time I get close.”
“She remembers,” I admitted, voice barely a breath. “But I don’t.”
A lie. And we both knew it.
He crossed the room in two strides and stopped inches from me. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing the edge of my lips like a secret he was afraid to speak.
“Say the word,” he murmured. “And I’ll walk away. Right now. I swear it.”
I stared at him — this man who shattered me, who now looked like he’d fall apart if I pushed him again.
I hated that he still felt like home.
But I wasn’t ready to forgive. Not yet.
So I stepped closer, lips brushing his cheek — not a kiss, a warning.
“You walk away again, Ezra…” I whispered, “…and this time, I won’t be here when you come back.”
Then I slipped past him, heart thundering, heat curling low in my belly.
I could feel his eyes on me the whole way out.
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