He only cared that our mate was finally here.
Close enough to touch.
And I was keeping us away from her.
Keeping her away from us.
The freezing water continued to pour over my skin, but the fire inside me refused to die.
It wasn’t enough. Nothing was. With a frustrated groan, I shut off the shower. Silence settled over the bathroom, broken only by the steady drip of water hitting the floor.
My clothes hung heavily against my body.
I peeled them off one piece at a time, letting the soaked fabric fall into a heap beside my feet.
When I looked up, my reflection stared back from the mirror.
Bright gold flashed across my eyes before fading.
Too close. My wolf was far too close to the surface.
“Pull yourself together,” I muttered.
He answered with a growl.
Years of restraint. Years
