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“Fuck no.” He frowns.
“I didn’t think so. Keep your quirks—they're growing on me. As long as you're violent to those that deserve it, I don’t have a problem,” I shrug.
“I don’t deserve you.” He tightens his grip.
“I disagree. I don’t deserve either of you.” I lower my eyes to my hands and flex my fingers. His skin is so soft, yet his muscles so hard. I finally got an up close and personal look at his tattoos. “Do these have meanings?”
“Good distraction technique.” He raises an eyebrow. “Most do. Too many to count. I noticed you have a small one on the base of your spine.”
“I bet you did. It was a spur-of-the-moment drunk decision.”
“It’s a rose. I have seen dozens of drunk tattoos. That is the least mortifying.”
“You're right. I would like to get something else someday.” I slide my palm over him.
“Are we just going to talk and sleep?” he asks.
“Y-yes,” I stammer.
“Then you should stop that,” he warns, his eyes flickering to my hands.
I stop.
“I would love to take you right now. I could convince you,” he grins. “But my head is fucked up. When it happens, I have to be present, not stuck in the past.”
“I get it. Can I sleep with you?”
“Of course, cupcake. That was the plan all along.” He kisses me. Deep. Sensual. Like he’s trying to convince himself he’s here with me, not trapped in the woods. He pulls back and turns to his side, away from me. “Spoon me, cupcake.”
I snort, not thinking he’s serious. He glares at me over his shoulder.
Okay. Crap. I snuggle up to his back and tighten my arms around his waist. He reaches back, pulls my leg through his, and lays his arms over mine.
How do I fight him?
I fall asleep instantly, warm and protected by my violent, sensitive wolf.
Chapter Ten
Kerian
I waited for Ava to take her to lunch while avoiding her co-worker's probing stare. My arrival was met with curiosity and a few interesting glances. Ava ignored them all. She greeted me with warmth, leaving me leaning on the counter to use the restroom and retrieve her purse. I was hoping to see the doctor giving her trouble, but he hasn’t shown his face yet. I encouraged Ava to take her time, allowing the office gossip to reach him. I’m betting he won’t be able to resist the temptation to check me out.
River was angry. We had a client move up the deadline for his car, so River had to stay at work to finish it. The client brought us a lot of business, and he only trusted River to work on his vehicles. He had tons of money to throw around, choosing to throw it at fancy cars.
River was looking forward to messing with the good doctor. I assured him I would take care of it. He was lucky enough to sleep next to Ava all night; he could compromise with this.
Movement from the hallway catches my eye. It looks like the good doctor heard the news. He is the poster boy for plastic surgery. He’s very blonde, very plastic, topping it off with a slimy smile.
He stops on the other side of the counter that I didn’t bother to straighten from, leaving my arms crossed over the top. I wait for him to speak. He thinks he’s hot shit. He smells like bleach. At first, I thought it was because of the cleaning supplies, but I concentrated on his scent and realized it was just him.
“You’re taking my Ava to lunch?” Slimeball asks.
“I’m taking my girlfriend to lunch,” I correct him and take pleasure in the clenching of his jaw.
“Of course,” he frowns. “How long have you been going out?”
“Long enough.”
