ELEVEN
I blinked at him. “Why?”
He lifted his hand from my thigh, and took my wrist in it before dragging my hand over to his chest, and placing it over his heart. “I have the same feeling, here. It’s supposed to relax when our bond is settled.”
“Why?” I asked, fascinated. Neither of us made an effort to remove my hand from his chest.
“It’s the part of us that aches for a pack. Not a big one, like the one my friends are a part of. That doesn’t satisfy a sigma. What we want is one person. A permanent companion.”
My chest seemed to squeeze. “I don’t trust men.”
“If you trusted me already, I’d be concerned by your judgment.”
A snort nearly escaped me. “I thought you’d fucked every gorgeous woman in the country.”
He chuckled, and finally released my wrist. His hand went back to my thigh. “Nope.”
“What you said, back in the bar…” I trailed off.
He waited for me to clarify.
With a sigh, I added, “That you’re attracted to me.”
“You forgot both of the ‘very’s.”
I scowled at him. “Is it true? Or were you just trying to get me out of there because of your possessiveness?”
He shot me a slightly-incredulous look. “You really have to ask?”
“Forget it.” I turned the music up, my annoyance somehow emphasizing the throbbing between my thighs. “Damn, this is miserable. How does anyone survive the climax without having sex?”
“Willpower.” Zed shrugged. “How would you like me to prove it to you?”
“That you’re attracted to me?”
“Mmhm.”
“That’d be a little hard right now, considering the position we’re in.” I gestured between us.
He smirked. “Good word choice.”
A snort escaped me. “Unintentional pun.”
“You still didn’t answer my question.”
I sighed, looking out the window. “I don’t know. You don’t prove attraction; it just shows. You weren’t showing it.”
“I was being polite,” he countered. “Giving you space. You just spent a year literally running away from me.”
“I was naked, and you were completely unaffected,” I argued.
He scoffed. “I was sure as fuck affected.”
“You hardly looked at me!”
“That’s bullshit.”
“Prove it, then.” I turned to face him a bit more, getting ready for a fight.