I walked toward my study, banging the door hard in frustration. I wasn’t one to sulk about a failed romantic session, but this one hit differently in ways I couldn’t explain or even picture why. Maybe my wolf and I were just groaning in anger and disappointment, and the cause of it all was probably not even aware of what he did wrong.
Poor Andrew.
I breathed in heavily to calm my nerves before proceeding to sit down.
Andrew came in shortly after, a file in his hand, confusion still clearly written on his face about my earlier reaction. He kept looking at me, trying to gauge my expression.
“Do I have flowers growing on my face?” I asked.
He looked away quickly but then returned his gaze, still curious.
“It’s nothing. I’m just curious about what you were doing… inside,” he replied, eye
