The pull of his scent on me grew stronger the longer we rode in the truck. By the time we pulled onto the dirt road, my entire left side was pressed against his right, my head on his shoulder. I was dizzy with desire. His right arm was slung over the back of my seat, though I noticed he put effort into keeping it from draping over my shoulders the way we both wanted it.
And him putting in effort to give me space, like I’d asked for, mattered to me.
It mattered a lot.
We passed dozens of houses, all occupied by different types of shifters. They weren’t fancy, but they weren’t in bad shape, like the motel and bar had been.
“Damn, you look comfy.” Liv remarked as Merrick finally pulled up in front of a little cottage. The walls were painted a dark green color that nearly blended into the
