Chapter 12

I gulp as we approach Luca’s lower bunk because I am completely out of my element never, ever been in a boy’s bed before except, obviously, a member of my family –

I’ve

But Luca, to my relief, gestures me towards the head of his bed before sitting down on the other end, lounging back against the metal footboard with one leg bent at the knee, his arm wrapped casually around it. I grimace a little inwardly to see that his left boot is sole–down on his blankets. Slowly I lower myself onto the bed, perching on the edge, my eyes unblinking as I watch him.

“Make yourself comfortable, Shrimp,” he says, raising his chin and indicating that I should relax. “I’m not going to bite.”

My wolf gasps. Do you think we could get him to do that? He could give us his mark!

Mentally I smack her on the nose and she gives a little yelp, but it does nothing to defer her excitement.

Slowly I do as Luca bids, leaning back against his pillow a little and curling my bare feet beneath me. I don’t say anything though, letting him start the conversation.

He grins at me, lifting his other leg and stretching it out along the length of the mattress, effectively pinning me in on my left side. I glance down at his gigantic foot, which is just inches from me now, before raising my eyes back at him. Without intending to, I wrinkle my nose.

Luca bursts into laughter.

“Are you like, a clean freak or a germaphobe, Shrimp?” he asks, turning his foot so that he taps me with the dirty toe of his boot.

“No!” I protest, even as I flinch away from his boot – mostly because I don’t want any more tingles but, also, yes! Because it’s a dirty boot!

away.

“You totally are,” he says, grinning at me from the other end of the bed but turning his foot

“First you go

take a secret bath in the middle of the night, then the only time I can get you alone is when you’re brushing your teeth, and now you’re scared of a dirty boot?” He raises an eyebrow at me, clearly entertained.

“Did you ever consider that you’re just dirty, Luca?” I ask, leaning forward and flicking my eyes deliberately to where his shoe is pressed into his clean blankets. “Because I think that

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wanting a hot bath and brushing my teeth just makes me normal.”

“So,” he says, leaning forward to peer at me, his smile deepening. “You know my

I sit back, fast, blushing a little to have been caught out.

name.”

“Don’t worry,” he says, laughing again as he, too, leans back. “I know yours too, Shrimp.”

“It’s not Shrimp,” I say, renewing my glare.

his head at me. “I just think

of

My wolf ridiculously prompts. Maybe he’ll say it! Maybe he’ll whisper it!

she dodges my blow and continues to run in

so is

god damn it, but he is handsome. The way he’s sitting there, with his powerful body so relaxed – and how his scent is coming off of him in waves after his

– I’m suddenly hit with the memory of him running his fingers through his wet hair-

that I was just staring at him, thinking about what he looks like n*ked. No wonder he thinks I’m so weird. “What were you really doing out last night?”

taking a bath,” I reply, my voice cold. “Like I said. Now are you going to let me go back to my

bunk?”

“that you and my

to myself wryly, my eyelids lowering a little

are going to be pissed when they find out you kidnapped me,” I say, not bothering to answer, even as my body settles back against his pillow a little.

by my

wolf yips

look like?” he asks, ignoring my comment and speaking swiftly, all pretense

gone.

snap in reply, something in me wanting to piss him

she’s not,” he says, shaking his head. “Come

I lie. “I didn’t get a good

say she went north, and then when I pointed south, you confirmed that that was her

I breathe,

in one direction and me in

– after Jackson ran and Luca stayed crouched by the pool. I didn’t look where he pointed, I just said yes to whatever direction he was indicating. I just

just tell me?” Luca asks, his tone suddenly changing as he leans forward further, studying my face. “Seriously, Shrimp – why are you holding out? Is she…is she in trouble or something? What

lying –”

he can already read me or something. “You know something, Shrimp, and I can’t figure

you,” I say quietly. “Maybe she doesn’t want to

someone want to meet their mate?” Luca asks, leaning forward, staring at

on one hand I

who’s running from him, trying to keep our bond a secret. And on the other hand… I’m sitting here in his bed. And I could shout for Rafe, or just get up

instead I’m sitting right here, and we’re staring at each other in silence, and I know that

little

head a little. I

what I know, he stares right back at me and the silence between us grows warm and comfortable. He turns his head a little in curiosity as he studies me and his

me – I don’t know

what – and as he watches I slowly run my tongue over my lower lip before pressing my lips together, wetting them. And then I leave my mouth slightly parted so that my breath

then, fastening on my mouth

through him, traveling all the way down

sit up straight, suddenly realizing

I realize because a new hand

hell are you doing here,” Rafe growls, glaring down at me as I scramble for my

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