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The way his scent filled my nostrils. I shook my head to try to shake off the thought. The thought was about to confuse me. I couldn't let myself feel what I was starting to feel for him. I'll fall apart completely. And I couldn't afford to fall apart. Not yet.

Chapter 34 He doesn’t care whoever she is! What matters to him is what they have. All the memories they had shared. He knew deep inside him that he developed feelings for her . . . but he can’t admit it. Not yet. He run his fingers throung his hair. He slouched on his seat. It was countless on how many times he cursed. “I'm so fucked up,” he uttered. He grabbed a cup of coffee and sighed heavily. He needs to calm down. He’s getting too paranoid.

He shook his head in warning not to push him to the edge. Tears flickered in her eyes. He swiped his thumb under her eyes, "I haven't started it yet," His emotionless smile disappeared. He easily figured her out. It always astounded her and inspired her to maintain her distance. She was feeling ashamed of herself for giving up, not struggling more. She stared at him. Her lips formed into a thin line. Her mind was feeling blocked to her. She had yet to discover his effect on her. Her stubbornness halted her every time.

he muttered to himself. The scene kept replaying in his head. He shook his head, trying to dismiss it, but the thought refused to leave. Something in her had triggered a spark he couldn’t yet define—a warmth in a life he was used to keeping ice-cold.

I was the warrior of this pack. I wasn’t supposed to feel so weak. And yet, just one look at them had left me breathless, my confidence shaken. Could he really have feelings for her? didn't he tell me he had nothing doing with her? The thought clawed at me, leaving an ache in my chest.

He couldn’t see her falling for a jerk like him. “No.” She shifted and actually scooted closer to him and he wrapped his arm around her, holding her. “I would really love to say I had some clue or something, but no, I really don’t think I did.” He watched her, watched as the memories drifted over her face and he wanted to wipe them away, at least all the ones where he hurt her.

In the distance, the shape of him looked desolate and forlorn, and suddenly, unexpectedly, she felt an aching tenderness. Foolish of her. He was the one that hurt her like no other. His hurtful remark cut her to the quick and until now her heart still continued to bleed. Why did she feel compassion for him? She should hate him as hell and give him no thought whatsoever. She should forget anything that ever happened between them. She should forget anything about him. Which she feared she couldn't do.

He felt like going to hold her at that moment but how can he? He searched for her files and he took her home address, he drove there and stayed in the car watching her from a distance. He saw as she cried for my father's death and he wished he could do something to help her. And then when that car dropped her at her house, he wanted to know who he was but he couldn't see his face and it kept hurting in his heart. He didn't know why, he felt like he couldn't breathe . Knowing she was going to come back to work today made him so happy, he couldn't wait for morning.

I sighed as I brushed my fingers through her hair. Oh, love, what are you doing to me? I felt my chest tighten at the thought of leaving her. I could never do that. Leaving her was something I couldn't afford. She was the first thing I wanted to think about. She had become my habit, a habit I didn't plan on breaking. The day I touched her, the day I tasted her... I swear to God it was f*cking hard not to take her right then. The way she reacted to my touch, the way she squirmed and shivered, made me feel something I was afraid to feel.

But as she had once said, it was like a persistent thorn lodged in his heart, impossible to remove. He felt the need to step back, to give himself time to extract that painful thorn. Yet, he could not bring himself to let her go. He knew deep down that he could not live without her. So, he fought desperately to hold onto her, gripping her tightly. Even if it meant both of them would end up in anguish, he could not bear to let go of her. He leaned back in his chair, lost in thought for a long while before finally starting the car again.