He lounges back in our bed, his face brooding. My eyes drift to his sleep-tousled hair and his bare chest. It’s an odd sensation, to be both frightened by and drawn to someone at the same time, but I am. “Callie,” he says, seeing me fighting my impulses, “come here.” I hesitate, and I swear that momentary pause breaks something in my mate. His voice drops lower. “It’s okay. I would never—” He falters. “I would never harm you,” he finishes.
