Dane’s POV
With a heavy sigh, I trudged back to the bed and sat down. I ran my hands through my hair, my eyes darting to Kira, who was fumbling with putting her clothes on. She didn’t look my way; hell, it seemed the only thing she wanted that time was her clothes back on her.
I ruffled my hair, stifling a groan. Kira was an irresistible magnet that kept pulling at my heart strings, and it’s annoying that I can’t do anything about it.
I watched her lazily slide into her gown and my wolf growled in protest. “She looks tired. Ask her to sleep here.”
“No way!” I replied immediately.
It was one thing trying to resist her just standing there. And now she’d have to sleep here—in my room—just the two of us. Hell. No.
“She looks so tired and worn out. She has to rest.”
My wolf growled again
