Dominic POV
Moving Lyra’s desk into my office three days ago was a stroke of genius. My wolf had demanded it after being forced to pace inside of me and watch her sitting so close, yet so far away.
I thought having her near me would be enough, but I was wrong. There were too many feet between us, not to mention a door. That wouldn’t do, especially considering the claw marks I left on my oak desk while I was trying to hold my wolf back.
God, every glimpse of her was sweet torture. Watching her little brow furrow in concentration, and the way she nibbled on her bottom lip while reading through her emails drove me right up to the edge. When Lyra combed her fingers through her bright red locks, I had to tear myself away from her and hide out in the private bathroom in my office.
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