Don’t dress on my account.
If we don’t go now, we’ll miss breakfast.
I could eat a Unicorn,he admitted. Worked up an appetite.
I twisted to assess him, hopping to insert my leg into my tights. His eyes glowed at me, a curious combination of gold and green. Both his appearance, and his energy, seemed healthy.
He stood and reached out a hand, trailing his fingers along my jaw.I’m okay, Angel. And so are you.
Part of me had trouble believing it. Because the beast within me was at peace. No, not just at peace.
Sated.
How could it have fed to that state, and Matt still be smiling and standing, his face alight with energy?
He reached for me, pulling me into him.We are mated. It matters in every way that counts. And your inner beast knows it.
It almost killed you once.
You didn’t know how to control it then. You do now.
He was right. Ihadcontrolled it.
Matt yanked on his sweats and tee shirt, then picked up the box of sleeping pills and dropped them in the waste bin.We won’t need these anymore.
None left, anyway,I said.
He draped his arm over my shoulders.Truth be told, my knees are a bit shaky. But not due to your beast. It was an entirely different kind of draining.He grinned down at me.If I was the bragging type—but I don’t kiss and tell.
You’d damned well better not!
I could—
Matt!My gloves lay on the floor between the beds. I had no memory of ripping them off, but as I picked them up, they seemed okay. I slipped them on.
Matt was still smiling as he held the door open for me. There was a note plastered to it.
“Trix and I have gone down to eat.” It was signed with a scrawledM.
I blushed, wondering if sounds had carried out to her. Had she knocked on the door? We hadn’t locked it. Surely, she hadn’t peeked in?
Would have given her an eyeful,Matt said.
I rubbed my face as we walked down the hall. Even if she hadn’t seen or heard us, it was obvious we’d been together.
That horse left the barn a long time ago, Angel.
I reached up to rub my shoulder, and when I looked back up at him, his eyes were glowing. And they weren’t the same as before.
“Your eyes have changed color,” I noted.
Matt’s gaze slid away from me. “Have they?”
I hadn’t imagined it. He’d pulled back from me, the link between us going dead. “Gotta make a pit stop,” he said as he pushed into the men’s washroom.
Huh. Well, what the hell was that about? But a dead mindlink was preferable for certain rather private activities, as I made a pit stop of my own.
He was waiting for me when I emerged. We descended the stairs in both mental and verbal silence, but he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. It felt amazing not to be worried about skin touching skin.
