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And despite what I was saying, I still wanted him. There was no doubt about that.

I still felt hurt.

I still hated that he’d kept the truth from me.

It just wouldn’t stop me from sleeping with him again, if not for everything else.

“I can’t take back what I did, so tell me how to make it right, Si.”

“I wouldn’t want you to take it back. I had fun, and you made me feel amazing. I’m just not ready to do it again. I’m not a spontaneous person. I’m not wild. You know I was a virgin before I was with you. I don’t usually make decisions on the spur of a moment. I need space to figure things out. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

He shook his head.

He’d been following me long enough to be well aware of the way I eased into things.

Slowly, or not at all, if I could avoid it.

Which was exactly why he’d gone about things the way he had.

And I mean, it had worked. It had obviously worked.

I just wasn’t ready to accept that.

“Alright. Space is understandable, given everything that happened. If you’re living with me, and we’re sleeping in the same room, we can stop right here and come back to everything else when you’re ready. We don’t need to figure it out right this second.”

I swallowed roughly. “Thank you.”

“I’d say it’s the least I can do. Do you want to watch a movie instead?”

“Actually, I think I’m going to call it a night. I haven’t had much sleep the last few days.” I rubbed my eyes, hoping it would hide some of my overwhelming emotions.

He agreed without hesitation.

I watched him push the spare mattress into his bedroom, and after he grabbed a few extra blankets, we both curled up in our own beds in silence.

It was awkward.

I hated it.

But it was better than the alternative, so I just went to sleep.

We were both quiet while we drove his truck to my place and packed everything the next morning.

During the short drive to his house, Beck kept glaring at my blood freezers in the rearview mirror.

I had to bite my lip to stop myself from smiling.

He was ridiculous, but it was kind of sweet.

Beck helped me organize my things in his house, then headed to the kitchen to make lunch. I had to follow him in, because I had cookies to make that couldn’t wait another day. A few women in the pack were paying me to make them—one for a little girl’s birthday party, and the other for a baby shower.

I had to make the cookies and frost some of them a few hours after they were done, so they had plenty of time to cool. There probably wouldn’t be enough time to get to all of them in the morning, so I had to get going.

Music played in the kitchen while Beck cooked and I worked on my dough. He gave me the space I’d requested, and it wasn’t nearly as awkward as it had been earlier.

We had lunch while my dough chilled, and the weirdness set back in for a few minutes. Madd called him before he was done eating, though, so he stepped out to talk to the alpha.

I stared down at my phone while I finished my food, contemplating whether or not I should smooth things over with Love.