Jessica Lewis When we reached the door to our room, I slowed, my fingers brushing the wood, but I couldn’t bring myself to open it.Tristan’s hand was already at the small of my back, the heat of his palm searing through my shirt. I could feel him watching me, the weight of his attention too heavy to ignore.“I need to be alone for a while,” I said quietly.His grip tightened — not painfully, but with enough force that I knew he hated every word that came out of my mouth. His jaw ticked, and the muscle along his throat flexed, his wolf prowling beneath the surface.“Alone,” he repeated, voice low and dangerous, like the word itself offended him. “After what just happened, that’s your idea of a good plan?”“I just…” I swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze. “I need to clear my head.”Tristan stepped closer, crowding me against the door without touching me — yet. His scent wrapped around me, smoke and pine, dominance and heat. “You’ve been quiet since the clearing,” he murmured, his tone so
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