Ian Wolf's POV.
"Brooke is right about something, I'm an idiot."
I could feel that she also wanted the kiss. "Damn, she practically melted in my arms, and I could taste the real woman in her."
Feeling her. I rub my face and tug at my beard in frustration. That kiss shouldn't have happened. And I just hope I haven't ruined everything we've progressed.
"I can't afford that mistake."
Brooke is by my side for a purpose, when it's all over, we'll each take a different path, and it will only be a memory. That's how it should be. What happened tonight can't happen again.
I kick the blanket and stand up. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the light. I lean against the sink and try to push tonight's events out of my mind.
I wash my face and grab a hand towel to dry it. For a moment, I stare
