I folded my arms over my chest. The baggy t-shirt I had on was thin, and my dance studio’s logo was stretched over the front. Both the shirt and the logo were faded with wear and wash. It was one of my favorites.
His eyes lowered to my nipples, and he stayed where he was.
A glance down told me that they were pointed from the slight chill in the air. The outlines were definitely visible, too.
“I looked up information about the snowplows. It’s going to be at least a few more days before they get to us, and it looks like another storm is coming in tomorrow,” he said.
I blinked. “What does that mean?”
“If the storm somehow misses us, you’ll be able to leave in three or four days. If it hits, it’ll be at least another week. Maybe eight or nine days.”
I blinked again.
Eight or nine days?
Holy shit.
What was I going to do? We were intensely attracted to each other. It would be hard enough to ignore that fact for a day or two, which was what I thought I had to manage.
But three to nine days?
I wasn’t a fucking saint.
I wanted him in a way I’d never wanted anything before. Except maybe the freedom of not marrying my alpha. I definitely wanted that more.
Since screwing Bo wouldn’t interfere with that, both desires were equal at the moment.
“You can use my phone if you need to contact anyone. I can tell Artie you’re here too, if you want him to let your skulk know that you’re safe,” Bo said.
I dragged a hand through the top of my hair, messing up the already-wild strands as I moved them out of my eyes. “I’d rather they assume I’m dead. I should call my friends, though. Or text them at least.”
“What friends?”
Looking back at Bo, I found his eyes narrowed.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” I said.
“It’s my phone.”
“You offered to let me use it.”
His nostrils flared.
After a beat of tense silence, he jerked his head. “Fine.”
I watched him for a moment. “Are youjealous?”
He scowled. “Of course not.”
It was a lie.
I could see the discomfort on his face.
He handed me the phone with a stiff arm, turning and walking away. “Eat before the food gets cold.”
I followed him into the living area. “I’m glad you’re not jealous. It wouldn’t make sense to envy the two female friends I was planning on contacting.”
The tension in his shoulders eased. “They’re women?”
