Chapter 59

Maxwell POV

Oh, shit.

I’ve really done it this time.

I watch as Laura darts out of the kitchen, and I mentally scold myself for being so crude.

The way her shameless gaze lay on me, like I had no idea, but I did it. I felt everything. It sent my wolf wild, and I let a stupid thought slip through the mindlink. I’d be an awful liar if I said I didn’t mean a single word because I did.

Goddess, the things I would do to her with her full consent. My wolf claws at me desperately.

I excuse myself from the group and follow Laura. Oh, Goddess. I’ve got a lot of making up to do.

I told her I’d go at her pace, and now, I’m jumping the gun because of everything she makes me feel when she looks at me.

I follow her scent and find myself walking straight into her room. I notice the bathroom door is ajar.

My knuckles raise to brush the wooden frame as I look at her through the tiny crack.

Her hands wrapped around the edge of the sink. “I’m sorry, Laura,” I blurt. “I should not have said that to