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“And she makes him crazy. But a few weeks ago, a mate bond bloomed between them.”

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. “No way.”

“Yep. They’ve been fighting it, but the enforcers are all putting bets on how long they’ll make it before they give in.”

“Holy shit. How do you even fight a mate bond?” I’d seen Love and Tori try, but they had been really bad at avoiding their men. And the guys were so dominant that they didn’t let the girls get away with it for long.

“They’re refusing to see each other. When their wolves take over and run together, they go their separate ways as soon as they can shift back.”

“Wow. Could they go on like that forever?”

“Assuming they seal the bond and don’t let themselves start to like each other, yes. Without sealing it, the wolves will take over more and more, becoming much more dominant over their humans until they have no choice but to make it permanent.”

As bad as sealing the bond and living apart sounded, it was a better option than moving in together if they didn’t like each other.

I’d seen first-hand how bad relationships could be, so I for one wasn’t interested in the slightest.

“Wow. That’s insane.”

“Lex and Arnold did the same thing for a while, before they eventually gave in to the bond,” he said. “It’s more common than some werewolves realize.”

“I definitely didn’t realize.”

He squeezed my knee.

I wanted more.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” The words spilled from my lips quickly.

A movie seemed like my best bet of snuggling up with him, and maybe getting to the next level.

“Sure.” His gaze didn’t leave me for a moment. “Unless you want to do something else.”

“Like…”

“Like kiss me.”

Ohhh.

“What happened to no sex on the first date?” My voice was playful, though I was already slipping my shoes off and dropping my bag on the couch.

“There’s plenty to do before we get to sex.”

His words echoed my wolf’s.

“Sounds like fun.” I put a leg over his lap, and his hands found the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer.

His chest rumbled as I sat down over his erection. He was hard against my center—and felt unbelievably good. My leggings and his jeans separated us, but I didn’t give a damn about that.

His hand slid around the back of my head, cupping my face before he pulled me closer.

My lips met his softly, and I was surprised by the sensations.

Soft.

Warm.

Light.