Sherman
What was I doing now?
This was a question I'd been deliberately avoiding since Monday morning--when I woke up beside her, and Tuesday, and Wednesday too.
Except for Thursday, but even then, I'd sat in her kitchen until midnight, staring at her like some addict who couldn't kick the habit.
I wasn't proud of how I was acting.
Leo rumbled contentedly inside me, "She smells like us now. She's ours."
I growled internally for him to shut up.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Our contract explicitly stated five times a week, but I'd deliberately pushed it to six, and now, with her looking at me like that, I was about to break my own rules and make it seven.
God, I was losing control.
I wanted her constantly, and not in that crude, lust-driven way--not just for s*x.
I wanted her t
