What if...

The nervousness in Shane’s eyes was replaced with understanding, his features relaxed as his body against mine sagged in relief. I didn’t bother trying to stop the smile from stretching across my face. We were in a bubble of our own world and I’d do anything to stay. His signature smirk pulled at the corner of his lip and he leaned down. Gravitating toward him until we were so close, I could feel his breath on the side of my face. I should be excited because, against my better judgment, I wanted to trust him, and needed to know who Gabe’s mate was. But all I could feel was my thighs clenching as he licked his lips, the wetness light on my ear.

“You said we were cursed.”

“Yes.” His response was slow and drawn up, as if unsure of where I was going. His eyes flashed as he stared intently at me. My face reflected back at me as if I was the only person in the world.

“How did we become cursed?” The silence was deafening. I don’t even think he was breathing. Then he was moving, and I was bei