Clayton's shoulders stiffen, and he sighs. "You'll be safe as long as you stay within the pack," he says, his voice tight.
My heart skips a beat at his words.
"I'm going to have to go out on a quick trip," Clayton continues, and my eyes widen.
A trip? Where? And why?
The questions are burning on the tip of my tongue, but I bite them back, not wanting to draw attention to myself. Besides, I don't need to know.
Instead, I force a small smile and say, "I hope you have a safe trip."
Clayton nods, his expression softening as he meets my gaze. "Thank you, Ava."
For a moment, I think he's going to say more, but then he seems to think better of it. He takes a step towards me, and my heart rate picks up, my body tensing involuntarily.
"Can I have a goodbye kiss?" he asks, his voice low and rough.
I swallow hard, my mouth dry. A part of me wouldn't mind feeling his lips on mine again, knowing the passion that can erupt between us.
