*Eleanor*
I cut him. I didn’t mean to, but I did. He doesn’t seem mad, but he has to be. He’s just playing it cool in case anyone sees us. He’s Erik the Wolf. No one hurts him.
He pulls me against him, and I can feel him hard against me. What? I look up at him, so confused.
“You actually cut me,” he says softly. “No one has ever cut me. I have no marks on my skin from another man, but now this one on my face… from my wife.”
I swallow hard, so confused by his reaction but still afraid. “I’m so sorry.”
“Quit apologizing,” he says as he moves one of his hands, slowly trailing it up my back. He leans down and pulls me into a kiss. “You are the only person who has ever managed to strike me. You.”
“I don’t understand,” I admit. “I hurt you.”
He leans to whisper in my ear. “O
