Grim
Lily underestimates just how connected we were. I could feel, see and hear everything going on in her mind like it was mine.
The panic when her mother tells me more about her, the life she has lived, the human men who, undoubtedly and rightly so, adore her and the one I was right about from the very beginning: not lover Henry trying to be a lover.
Worst of all, when I’m staring at her, our eyes locked, I also feel what pushes Lily to cross her legs, the emotions, the thoughts that consume her, and then I smell it too… her arousal that she refuses to acknowledge.
And in these tight pants that she gave me, it wasn’t safe.
Not when I was hard as a rock once more and very visible for all to see.
Just the scent of that, of her, in the air nearly drove me through the wall.
If her mo
