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The heat of his touch ignites every nerve in me. My wolf preens at his words, arching, greedy, while my human mind reels, trying to understand this man who just pinned me in a corridor and now has filled my room with flowers.
“You—” My voice breaks. “You wanted to make me happy?”
“Yes.” His eyes never leave mine. “I want your approval.”
That sentence lands in me like a stone in deep water. My lips draw apart, but for a heartbeat, nothing comes out.
“Why?” It’s a whisper, but the question is everything—fear, confusion, want—all rolled into one sound.
Seth’s fingers slide higher, bringing the shirt up to just under my breasts. He stops there, his hands warm against my ribs. His gaze holds mine, unblinking, a quiet intensity in his green eyes that makes my breath catch.
“Because,”
