Chapter 310 Lisa: Humans Have Pheromones?

LISA

Kellan's stare leaves me unsettled. It's been intense ever since our reunion.

I'm grateful for the space he's given me—this whole fated mate business is like being slammed into by a rogue freight train—but there's a whole lot of little things that keep throwing his feelings into the foreground, making it impossible to ignore.

Like how he touches me a little too often.

How he watches my every move.

He hasn't kissed me again, but it doesn't make the current situation any less awkward.

"Can't sleep?" he asks, as if us sharing a bed and him lying on his side to stare at me for the past hour is somehow conducive to falling asleep.

"Nope." The word pops out with a little more sass than I intend, but damn it, does he have to stare at me like that?

"Oh."

And awkward silence again.

"So, why couldn't I just bunk with Dr. Blackwell?" My question breaks the uneasy tension between us.

"They don't have an extra bed," he explains easily.

"And no empty beds anywhere else? At all? Just—none?"

"None."

"No sleeping bags?"

"No."

"Extra blanket?"

"Not even one of those."

He's lying through his damn perfect teeth.

"You have a couch," I point out. I saw it. I know it's there.

"People come in and out at all times of day. It isn't the safest place to sleep. Better to be in bed."

"Right." Fiddling with the comforter—soft and warm and smelling like Downy—I dare to glance in his direction again, only to be caught by his unblinking gray eyes.

on the couch," I

"I don't want to."

do what they

a fit and demand he sleep on the couch—I just make an inane sort of

hope Ava and Lucas are

"I'm sure they are."

his voice has all

his mate and he's being all caveman about it. Don't give

the tension simmering between us. "It's only right to give

Ava and Lucas need to be around each other as much as

curiosity piques, momentarily overriding my discomfort.

he explains, his voice taking on a lecturer's tone. "Especially in the beginning stages. It's like... imagine a

little hum. "So, they literally need to

bond will demand that time together. She'll feel wrong and anxious without his sense, and his aggression will increase when she

reasons this whole mate thing is kind of bullshit. It's a lot less romantic when you suddenly get slapped with

silence, but it feels different now. Less awkward, more... contemplative. I find myself studying Kellan's face in the dim light, noting the strong line of his jaw, the warmth in

you something?" I venture

"Anything," he replies immediately.

happens now? I mean, with us? With this whole...

until he finally talks again. "That's up to you, Lisa. I know this is a lot to

don't want this?

He's quiet again.

me, are you? Drag me into your cave

strangled when he responds,

relaxing into the mattress. The tension that had been coiling in my muscles starts to

what you really think of me?" Kellan's voice is soft, almost

my words must have sounded. "No! I mean, I don't—" I stumble over my words, trying to backpedal.

know you're an independent soul. The last thing

you are going to do

Kellan—half groan, half laugh. "No, Lisa. I would never do that to you. Never." His gray eyes lock onto mine, intense and sincere in the dim lighting. "I want you to come to

voice sends a shiver down my spine. I believe him, I realize. Despite everything—the chaos of the past few days, the whole mate situation being dropped

out, not sure what else to

on, which is far too enticing for a woman like me. Especially when I'm trying so hard to not fall into his arms. "I know this is a lot to take in," he

I said earlier—we can take

I ask you

"Of course."

want to know. "What exactly does being mates mean? Like, practically speaking. Is it just...

physical attraction, though that's certainly part of it. It's a deep, instinctual connection. Like finding a missing piece of yourself you didn't

words send a flutter through my stomach. It sounds romantic, sure, but

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