Bo basically ignored me while he worked.
I binged a TV show. The first season had been much better than the second, but I was annoyingly invested. Though I itched to fast-forward some of the scenes and episodes, I didn’t have anything else to do. So, I watched everything.
I wanted to avoid an encounter like the one the night before, so when I started getting tired, I went over to Bo’s desk.
He was still working.
He’d never been a workaholic, so that seemed weird. But I figured I’d done more than enough already, so I wasn’t going to question his work habits. It had been a long time since we were around each other, and hopefully the snow would start melting soon.
It had stopped snowing around lunch time, which seemed like a good omen. The snow was insanely high, so leaving through the window was no longer an option, but still.
I’d take any good sign I could get.
Bo didn’t look up from his computer right away, so I leaned against his desk and waited. He was obviously focused on what he was doing, and I wasn’t going to interrupt. At least one of us was getting something useful done.
He finally looked up after a few minutes.
“I think I’m going to call it a night,” I said, managing a small smile. “If you don’t want to take the bed, I can, and you can sleep on the couch. I still don’t want you to have to sleep in your garage just because I’m crashing at your place.”
“That’s fine.” Bo’s voice was low and gravelly.
More gravelly than I could remember from when we were younger, even though he was visibly relaxed. That must’ve happened with age or something.
“Cool. Thanks. And thanks for last night.” I forced myself to leave it at that.
If I kept going, I was going to end up saying something I shouldn’t.
Because what we’d done obviously meant more to me than it did to him. He’d been acting even more neutral today than he had yesterday, so our goal had obviously been achieved. He didn’t want anything else.
I was going to have to be okay with that.
Even if what I really wanted was for him to tell me that I wasn’t out of his system.
That he wanted to share his bed.
That he wanted to fuck me all night, with a hell of a lot more than just his mouth.
That he wantedme.
All of that was just a pipe dream, of course.
Ambrose didn’t have feelings for me. He’d had physical desire, but we’d taken care of that. Even though I hadn’t touched him.
Regardless of everything else, I could tell I was going to develop feelings for him if I didn’t take a step back. I’d been engaged to an asshole my whole life, so having feelings for the first man I spent a large amount of time with seemed normal. Especially if he was cooking for me like a normal shifter male would for his mate. And taking care of me like a shifter guy, too.
So yeah.
I needed to put space between us.
Even if I wanted him to bend me over his desk and fuck me hard instead.
“Don’t thank me for that.” His growl sent goosebumps up my arms.
Luckily, my long-sleeved shirt kept them hidden.
“Okay. If you want me to return the favor to make things even between us, just let me know,” I said without thinking.
Bo lifted his head in surprise, meeting my gaze.
