Jaxon
I was done playing games.
I’d danced around Elvira for too long, holding back when all I wanted was to consume her. Elvira had become the rhythm of my every thought, the ache in my chest, the fire under my skin. And I knew, I knew, she wanted me too.
No more waiting. If I couldn’t have the bond, all of it, I didn’t want anything at all.
I stormed through the halls, each step charged with purpose, hunger burning in my chest. Her scent still lingered on my clothes from yesterday morning, soft, citrus and vanilla. I hadn’t changed my clothes. I Couldn’t. I needed that scent with me, like an armor.
I stopped at her door and inhaled once, grounding myself. But the moment I knocked, all my restraint cracked.
The door opened slowly, and then, a smile. It lit up her face like a morning
