#Chapter 90: A Blooming Apology

Nathan I hated to admit it — I would never admit it, honestly — but hearing that Olivia had intimate moments with herself, moments in which she… pleasured herself, made me oddly jealous. To a lot of men, hearing something like that would likely just make them aroused. But in a strange, inexplicable way, it made me angry. It made me angry because I wanted to be the one to make her feel good, and I could never be that person. But at the same time, something about hearing that meager confession slip from her lips made my wolf awaken within me. I wanted to hear more. I wanted more details, more visuals… If I could never have her in the flesh, then I at least wanted her in my mind. My wolf was riled up, and my weak grasp on control rapidly slipped away. “So,” I said, breaking the awkward silence between us. “Let’s talk about fantasies, then. Since we’re on the subject, you know.” Olivia, whose face had just been buried embarrassingly in her hands, suddenly jerked her head