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Willingly sharing my body with someone was an act of trust and intimacy that scared the hell out of me I just wish I’d realized it before now—before another earth-shattering night spent with Cash’s big body wrapped aroundhis entire body to bring hts And hebody I woke up and turned to him, and only one word came to mind More I wanted—no I needed—more of this h of him, and that scared the shit out of me

Yesterdayhiet in touch with me when he orried or wanted to co deal, I knew he’d call even if it was to tell

I sot when he orried because an alpha like him didn’t do vulnerability It was nice to have soive a daet used to Probably a long time

Orthat reseuy like Cash would probably want soht ups about security and visitors, all of it would grow tireso hiht of losing him make my heart feel holloith a dull ache? I didn’t like that shit Not at all

I couldn’t get used to this, I had to back away

No more sleepovers

No more sex

No more Cash

Fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck! “No More Cash!” I said out loud just to get it through my thick skull

Yet when he called later that afternoon, I answered halfway through the second ring Weak, that’s what I was Fucking weak “Yeah?”

“What do you want for dinner?”

“I’ so if you want, you can stop by” He went silent because apparently, I surprised him as much as I’d surprised myself

“I’ll be there in ten Wear so sexy,” he chuckled and disconnected the call

“Fucking weak, that’s what you are” I told myself that at least three tietables in the oven to roast And though I wouldn’t change irl had to have some pride, after all—the cook time would allow for one more taste of that sweet man

Fifteen minutes later a knock sounded and I went to the door, ready to give hi late I paused a fraction of a second before turning the knob as a weird sensation skittered downhere, Wagman? And how the fuck do you even knohere I live?