Deniz and I step into my office. The door closes behind us with a soft, final click. I move before I can think, turning the lock with a quick, decisive twist.
No interruptions.
Just us.
I turn back to him and close the distance in two steps. My arms wrap around him again, tighter this time, as if I can merge us into one person.
One safe, uncomplicated person.
"Zyren..." His voice is soft, concerned. His hand finds my back, patting gently.
"Are you okay?"
I mumble into the fabric of his shoulder, the words muffled, childish.
"Nope."
"What happened?" His fingers trace soothing lines down my spine.
"Did your cousin do something?"
I stay silent. What can I say?
Yes, my ridiculously possessive Alpha cousin has been clinging to me like a lover, scenting me, sleeping in my bed, looking at me like I'm his.
No. I can't burden him with that. Can't make him worry.
Instead, I tighten my grip. "Please," I whisper against his shirt.
"Just stay silent for a while."
