Rowan
I was both glad and frustrated when she shifted. Glad because my restraint was wearing so thin that I was ready to snap and grab her into my arms and caress every inch of her body. I had impeccable control, but every minute I spent near her shredded and tore away at it as if the fates wanted to see me feral with need and desire for my mate.
A twinge of self-loathing crept up on me. Here I was imagining all the ways I could touch her, have her, please her and she was still trying to heal. It hurt even worse that she was trusting me with this part of herself anyway. Did she want me to cross that line? Was it possible that she wanted me as desperately as I craved her? Did she think of that night in my bathroom as often as I did?
It made me insanely happy to watch her running on the
