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Liam smiled a little. Taking Jules’s hands into his own, he squeezed them. “Of course I want to be loved. But I think love will come in time. It’s perfectly fine that he isn’t in love with me yet. I’m not in love with him, either. But I’m sure it’ll happen as we spend more time together. Love takes time, Jules. I couldn’t dream of a better suitor. He was perfectly charming, he’s the most handsome alpha I’ve ever seen, and he smells nice.”

Jules frowned. At times like this, he hated that his suppressants deprived him of normal sensory inputs. “You’re compatible?”

“We could be,” Liam said. “He smells nice enough to make me want to inhale his scent more.” He shrugged. “It’s not like I have experience with such things. Sure, it’s nothing like in those trashy novels—I don’t get instantly slick when he’s close—but that probably doesn’t happen in real life.”

Jules averted his gaze.

“Wait,” Liam said. “Did that happen to you with your—”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Jules said, crossing his