#Chapter 93: Smells Like Heaven

Ollie’s POV Conrad sets me down on my feet, and I immediately back up a step, my hands going up to protectively touch my mask. He watches me curiously. Though heat burns in his eyes, he makes no motion to try to come closer. At least, not yet. The promise of his closeness is certainly there, in his tall, proud stature, in the way his entire focus is fixated on me. His hands hang loosely at his sides now as he considers me, a wolf eyeing a rabbit. Inside of me, my wolf rumbles happily. She is fully ready to submit. Maybe I am too. At least, I’m leaning that way. But I need a few promises first. “My mask,” I say. “It has to stay on, no matter what.” “I know the conditions,” he says flatly. “And you agree to them?” “I’m here, aren’t I? And so are you.” “That’s not an answer.” I need to hear him say the words. If he promises me that he will not touch my mask, then maybe I can trust him enough to let go. Otherwise, I would be so uptight, I’m not sure I’d be able to enjoy