Wes's POV
Torture.
That is what this night is.
Absolute f*cking torture.
To have her sit beside me, her scent surround me but not be able to touch her.
To see her smile, her laugh, her finally at peace after the turmoil of the last few days but not be able to close the gap that now stretches between us.
'Two more months', Ryker whispers in my mind and I'm not sure if the reassurance is for him or for me.
As we made our way back to the cabin we made promises, assurances to ourselves.
Mish wasn't of age yet. That must have been what was stopping the connection.
We only needed to wait two months and the beautiful creature beside us would be ours.
... Hopefully.
The thought of telling her was fleeting, feeling the wrongness of it instantly.
Imagine the conversation... telling someo
