Chapter 45

Sherman What was I doing now? This was a question I'd been deliberately avoiding since Monday morning—when I woke up beside her, and Tuesday, and Wednesday too. Except for Thursday, but even then, I'd sat in her kitchen until midnight, staring at her like some addict who couldn't kick the habit. I wasn't proud of it. Leo rumbled contentedly inside me, "She smells like us now. She's ours." I growled internally for him to shut up. This wasn't supposed to happen. Our contract explicitly stated five times a week, but I'd deliberately pushed it to six, and now, with her looking at me like that, I was about to break my own rules and make it seven. God, I was losing control. I wanted her constantly, and not in that crude, lust-driven way—not just for sex. I wanted her to stay close to me, her breath landing on my collarbone. When her hair swept across my chest in disheveled strands, that intoxicating lavender scent filled my lungs. Until the smell of both of us mixed. I wanted to argue with h