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I love the way he says my name.
Like it’s his salvation.
“We need to talk,” I tell him sternly, though even I can hear my voice wobbling.
Remy nods, opening the door for me. I take one more deep breath before I head inside my beast’s house.
TEN
Remington
She’s here.
My Gwen, my gorgeous girl, is here, looking even more adorable than I remember. Every time I see her I’m amazed at her beauty, but I try not to let myself get distracted by it.
Having her back in my house makes the whole place feel alive. It makes me feel likeI’malive. I’ve been walking around like a zombie since the night at the bar. I wanted to go to her so many times. but I convinced myself not to. Gwen wanted to keep our bathroom tryst a secret from Malia, so that must mean she regrets it.
Besides, if she wanted me, then she would reach out.
Right?
But when she never did, I was left wondering if I had made some kind of mistake. I don’t have any experience with women or romance, but I’m trying, goddammit. I’ve been reading romance books and watching romantic movies for the last two weeks, trying to figure out where I went wrong.
“You’re watching Beauty and the Beast?” Gwen asks, drawing my attention back to the present moment.
“Oh, yeah,” I say, hurrying to turn it off.
I’ve been watching it a lot. She mentioned once that it was her favorite movie, and watching it makes me feel closer to her. I think I can quote the whole movie by now, and I’ve been singing the songs to myself all damn week.
“Why?” she blurts out, looking confused. I can feel my cheeks heating more.
“Because it’s your favorite,” I tell her. No more secrets between us. We’re getting to the bottom of this thing between us today.
She stares at me, tilting her head to the side. Then she shakes her head, focusing back on me instead of the TV. “Never mind. I’m not here to talk about that.”
“Whyareyou here?” I ask. Gwen frowns.
Shit. Did that come across like I didn’t want her here? Why am I so terrible at this?
“We need to talk.”
“Okay,” I say as she starts to pace around my living room.
My eyes follow her, drinking in the sight of her curvy body.
“You know, I didn’t think you were this kind of guy.”
I furrow my brow. What is she talking about?
“What kind of guy?”
“The kind who sleeps with a girl and then doesn’t call or anything after,” she spits at me.
What?
“I didn’t think you wanted me to. You have my number and never reached out either,” I point out.
“Because I wanted you to show me that you wanted to be with me!”
