Meredith's POV
We arrive home and even after I've revealed myself as a complete idi*t Cole shows me the courtesy of leading me back into the pack house before disappearing.
I turn, watching him go before closing my eyes and wincing to myself, what the fu*k did I just do?!
Making my way back up to my rooms, I'm happy to find them vacant tonight. My friend giving me the space she didn't even know I needed as I head towards the shower to hopefully wash away my sins.
His mated. Not marked but still, mated.
And I kissed him.
I kissed him and... and would have done so much more had he, the wolf in this scenario, not come to his senses.
One good thing about not having a wolf is impulse control, so why is it then that I apparently had damn near zero tonight?
'He didn't seem to hate it...'
