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His manly scent is also lingering on my nose and I love the fragrance that I was smelling from him. "Your decision to study again is a nice decision. It's good that you're still looking out for yourself and for your future." I felt him kiss the top of my head, instead of pulling myself away from him because of that action, I relaxed myself more and my breathing started becoming uneven. "T-Thank you..." I managed to say those words with my eyes still closed. "No problem sweetheart." His hug tightened but not to the point that I am not comfortable already. Zadkiro kept stroking my back and he also started gently patting my back.

Holding my hurting arm, I scrambled up from the floor, thinking, "So, he still hates me as much as before." I settled on the couch with a bitter smile and pulled out another document from the drawer—a health check report this time. The heavy diagnosis—late-stage cancer—was printed on the last page of the report. I closed my eyes for a while. When I reopened my eyes, I tore the report up. Bits and pieces of the report were scattered across the floor. Staring at the wedding ring on my ring finger, I gently rubbed it with my fingertips. Eventually, I removed it from my finger and placed it on the tabletop.

“It felt like a betrayal, even though I knew it wasn’t. A betrayal of everything I felt, everything I hoped for.” I reached for him then, my movements slow and deliberate, giving him every opportunity to pull away, to recoil from my touch. I didn't want to startle him, didn't want to push him further into himself. He didn’t. He stood his ground, a silent statue of vulnerability. I placed my hand against his chest, right over his heart. It thundered beneath my palm, a powerful, erratic beat that vibrated through my fingertips, mirroring the wild rhythm of my own. The warmth of his skin, the tremor beneath my touch, were intoxicating.

He gritted his teeth and glared at Ryan: "Don't meddle in other people's business! I'm just teaching my lover again!" "Lover?" Ryan raised his eyebrows and smirked, "So why did I just hear Harris say that you're just his ex-boyfriend?"

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My face coming in contact with hers, caressing her slowly with mine. "Diego, No," She muttered on feeling my finger right at her entrance. That got her gasping out, pushing my hand out at last. Her body shaking with her arms wrapping across her chest. Even though she pulled my hand out before I could penetrate, the trick was already done. I felt her wetness. She's now horny because of my touch. And that was enough to spark my desire at once. Filled with fire, I took Carla by the hand and pulled her along with me, out of the movie room.

I was the one in need, I was the one that was cursed with the disease of touching people, I had myself to blame for needed to hold someone all the fucking time, not him, so how could I say no to him when all he was trying to do was help me? "Fine! But we have to make it snappy, you know that stupid bitch Achilles is always looking for ways to be in our business," I rolled my eyes. "Don't you trust me, your one and only?" Cy nudged me in the chest. I laughed and nodded my head. So a PA I had the right to touch whenever and however, who wouldn't go running their mouths about sexual assault because they read my touch differently, and thought I liked them? I liked the sound of it.

FLASHBACK I was taking a walk around the island when my feet bring me in the beach. A gorgeous white fine sand and a clear sea that glistens when the sunlight hits its surface. I decided to take a picture of it when my camera caught a girl busy painting a beautiful art of the scenery. I was mesmerized and decided to have a closer look but when I decided to zoom in to get a closer look a beautiful and mesmerizing smile from the painter caught my eye. The painter’s beauty was more mesmerizing than her painting itself.

They weren't just words, they were like a key unlocking my heart, mind and the shy wolf inside me. I never thought their acceptance could be this liberating. I could almost feel their wolves circling mine and rubbing against her fur welcoming her among them. Alex's hand rubbing my back felt warmer. His scent was stronger and more alluring. A hole in my heart was suddenly filled with an intense sense of fellowship.

“You’re so beautiful.” She sat up and unbuttoned my white shirt, then slid her fingers across my hard, muscled chest and explored the ripples in my abs. “You are magnificent,” she said, running her hands along my sculpted body. “But you know what I love most about you?” I shook my head, so turned on by her touch that I could hardly speak. She then placed her hand on my chest and looked into my eyes. “You. Your heart. That’s what I love the most about you.”