So I said yes.
And now… four days later. Four long, lonely, awkward days later… I was in this damn house all alone and I hadn’t seen him. Not even once. He was avoiding me like the plague and it was killing me. I kept thinking maybe he’d show up late at night. So I started staying up. Watching the door. Sitting in the living room till post midnight. But nope. Nothing.
Right now, it was 12:27am. I had waited again, stupidly hoping he’d come home. But there was no sign of him, and I was tired. So I turned off the TV and dragged my legs to my room. My heart felt heavy. My eyes were burning from trying not to cry.
But then, maybe an hour or so later, I woke up feeling super thirsty. I reached for the jar I always kept beside my bed and realized it was empty. With a sleepy groan, I got out of bed, slipped into my nightdress, a thin, black one that stopped mid-thigh. I usually slept naked but wore this whenever I needed to walk around. I didn’t even bother grabbing a robe. There was no one here. Just me.
As I padded barefoot toward the kitchen, rubbing my eyes and yowning, I was thinking about how pathetic I must look right now. But the second I stepped into the kitchen, I heard a loud crash.
The sound of glass shattering on the floor.
And then… a deep, strangled voice.
“Fuck!”
My eyes snapped open and I froze.
It was Ryan.
Sitting on the kitchen stool.
His eyes locked on mine, wide and burning, like he wasn’t sure if I was real… or a dream he wasn’t ready for.
RYAN’S POV
Fuck!
That was the only damn word that left my mouth the moment the wine glass slipped from my hand and shattered on the kitchen tiles. My heart slammed against my ribs as I sat frozen on the kitchen stool, just staring at her. In that tiny black nightdress. I wasn’t supposed to see her like this. Heck, she wasn’t even supposed to be here at this hour. This was why I came in so damn lote every night. It was why I left before the sun even had the chance to rise. I was trying to avoid this exact moment.
She rubbed her eyes like she hadn’t even seen me at first. Like it was just another regular night where she woke up thirsty and wanted water. She was yowning and walking casually towards the kitchen, her soft bare feet padding against the floor, and I couldn’t breathe. My eyes were on her legs, her long, fucking smooth legs, and then that dress… God, that fucking dress. It stopped right above her knees and had loce running along the neckline, clinging to her breasts, showing just enough to make my throat dry.
“Ryan?” she called. Her voice was low, still thick with sleep, and I could hear the confusion in it Like she didn’t know why I was sitting here. Like she didn’t know what she was doing to me..
My wolf stirred violently inside me, growling, clowing at me, screaming at me to go to her. To bury my face in her neck and inhale her scent. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I clenched the wine bottle in my hand instead, forcing my eyes to stay on it while my entire body shook like I was sitting under a cold damn shower.
Avoid her.
Avoid the temptation.
Don’t fucking look at her.
But I did.
And that was my second mistake.
Her nipples were poking through the fabric. Hardened. Tight. Visible. So fucking visible I almost groaned.
“Fuck!” I muttered again, gripping the bottle tighter like it could ground me. Like it could save me from myself.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out rough. Deeper. I hated how hoarse it sounded. Lustful. There was no way she wouldn’t hear it.
She blinked and tilted her head a little. “I come to get water. I… didn’t think you’d be here.”
Of course you didn’t.
She started walking closer.
Each step she took made my chest rise and fall harder. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away. My eyes were glued to her, to the way her hips moved, to the tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips, to that innocent little expression on her face that didn’t match the sinful body that was coming toward me.
I shot up from the stool instantly. I needed distance. I needed air. I backed up until I was standing near the fridge, for enough from her that I couldn’t smell her anymore. Not clearly at least.
She paused for a second, clearly confused, probably even hurt by how fast I moved.
“Get the water and leave,” I said, trying to sound cold, distant, like I didn’t care. But I was fucking shaking.
“Ryan…” she whispered again, and this time, I snapped.
“Stay the fuck away from me, Anna.”
She flinched.
And then she burst out crying.
I saw the tears. Actual fucking tears.
My entire body tensed. I never wanted her to cry. I just wanted to keep her away. Keep her safe from what I might do if she gets too close to me. I was already at the verge of losing control. This was for her own good. She didn’t get it. She didn’t understand what she was doing to me.
She was still crying when I walked to her, and without even thinking, I touched her. My hand went to her arm first trying to calm her, but she moved so fast I didn’t even know what happened until I felt her pressing into me. Hugging me. Wrapping those damn soft arms around my torso. I could feel her breasts. Her nipples. Her thighs. Her scent. My mind was clouded. My cock was fucking throbbing.
And I froze.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know where to place my hands or what to say. I just stood there, my heart pounding like it was trying to break out of my chest.
Her hair smelled sweet. Her skin was warm. And she was so small. So soft. So close.
I was losing it
My entire body was on fire.
I was hard.
Harder than I’d ever been in my damn life, and I hadn’t even touched her properly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered under my breath, closing my eyes tightly, willing myself to stay still.
But she didn’t let go.
And I didn’t push her off.
I couldn’t
“Ryan…” she whispered, looking up at me with those tear-filled eyes. God, those eyes. “Why have you been avoiding me?”
God
Don’t ask me that. Don’t look at me with those damn eyes.
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