Chapter 7
Though they’d found a truce, Andre steered clear of being alone with Thomas the rest of the day. He had too much to think about and not enough control to keep his head straight when it was just the two of them. But so much made sense now. Thomas’s slow smiles. The walls he’d erected. The loneliness that came off him in waves. If Andre hadn’t succumbed to the urge to bite him, they might have actually f****d in the backyard under the afternoon sun.
Except he had. And that terrified him more than the years of running from Perry.
He hadn’t broken the skin, thank God. But he’d been so lost in the whirlpool of his desire he hadn’t thought at all. He’d simply acted, and the wolf in him did what came naturally. Andre had worked hard to stifle his alpha tendencies, more out of a sense
