Julian would whisper something naughty into my ear, and I would laugh. The dancing would dissolve into kissing and sometimes other things.
We were always good at the physical part, even if we were lousy at everything else.
I remembered his words then, as suddenly and clearly as if he said them to me right in this moment.
We are only about s*x and money…
Inside, my heart closed up tightly. Whatever softness I had begun to feel for him dried up again like a river in a desert. Only a trickle remained, and only that as a remnant of our mating bond.
Julian continued to hold me gently as we danced. His eyes remained on mine, his taking on concern now that I closed myself off.
In another universe, perhaps we would have danced like this at our wedding, celebrating with the pack.
But now?
