As the night wore on, my desire for Clint didn’t go away. I couldn’t get his touch out of my head. Lyra wasn’t helping, either, replaying our make-out session over and over again. Or was that me? It was so hard to keep track, both of us lost to a lustful haze we couldn’t shake. Normally, I’d go for a run with Lyra, but I couldn’t trust her to stay aware from Clint. I could barely trust me to keep away from Clint.
“Or… we could just go for it?” Lyra suggested, for what seemed like the hundredth time. “He’s clearly interested, and so are you! What are you waiting for?”
“If things don’t work out, it could be awkward! He’s my alpha!”
“It’s going to be awkward anyway! You may as well get some hot se.x out of it!”
I stopped pacing for a moment. That wasn’t her normal argument. Previously, sh
