I caught the pillow and set it down, eyes on her flushed face, her chest heaving. She looked ready to rip my throat out. I swallowed, throat dry. “There was a reason.”
She crossed her arms, one eyebrow arched like, This better be good. My wolf whined low, wanting to fix it, to pull her close. I ran a hand through my hair. “I couldn’t sleep.”
Her breathing hitched, eyes going wide. I stayed put, staring at her clenched fists.
Then her hand cracked across my chest, smack, hard enough to sting and rattle my ribs. The sharp taste of blood hit my tongue. “Mr. Hale,” she spat, voice shaking, “you think I won’t lose my s**t just because you pull this?!”
Tears shimmered at the edges of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. I wanted to reach out, brush her cheek, pull her against me. My f
