Caleb
I didn’t want to share her, that much I knew. And I didn’t want her to get injured.
Why was she in such a hurry to train with the pack? This was at least the third time she’d asked me. Did she not feel the same buzzing beneath her skin when I touched her? Was it just me?
It felt like one of those Zen paradoxes, to want someone more than you ever have, but knowing your touch could harm them. My feelings were growing constantly, more than just emotions, but a genuine magnetic pull. She had to feel it, too, right?
There was no wolf, so not necessarily.
Even the lightest touch was so sexually charged for me, it was a slippery slope. Even the word, slippery—my mind went places at that thought. I remembered feeling her, warm and wet.
Maybe it was actually better for her to tra
