C6 The Wolf Within

5. The Wolf Within

Ace kept a firm grip on my thigh the entire drive to his house. Every time he squeezed too much, I would wince, and he would loosen it and start rubbing the spot in soothing circles with his thumb.

I didn’t mind his possessive touch. It helped settle my pounding head. I was even grateful for his brooding silence.

As soon as we got to his house