Chapter 13

Oliver stood, waiting for Kayla to give him an answer. An answer that was going to determine his next line of action.

He hadn’t been so sure, what it was that had made him get into his car, and drive all the way down to her apartment. But as he had rang the doorbell, he had realized it had less to do with the fact that she was his mate, and more to do with the fact that he couldn’t stay away from her.

He didn’t want a mate. But he wanted her.

And that, was messed up.

But it seemed like he liked being messed up. Because at that moment, he had two options.

To kiss her, or to leave.

And for the life of him, he hoped he ended up doing the former, because ever since she opened that door, looking like a snack, he had been holding himself back from going just that.

“Why would you even ask me that?” Kayla asked, stepping away from him.

That didn’t sit well with Oliver, because he reached did her, holding her in place by the arm, and pulling her closer to him so they were almost touching each