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Demi's pov

I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for an outburst, for him to realize that he was holding his unwanted stinking mate, drawing her close and pining her tight against him.

My heart beat rapidly beneath its encase, my pulse rising as I bent my head shyly waiting for the embarrassment, a scream, or something when he came to his senses and realized who I was and what position we were in.

But that didn't happen.

There was no scream, no flinging me across the room, or an angry growl.

Instead, there was a soft touch.

I felt something brush across my forehead forcing me to open my eyes and Harlyn purring in delight. The touch came again, lingering this time, softer and gentler giving me no choice but to accept and lean into it.

The pad of his thumb caressed my forehead softly, brushing across my brows, atop and beneath like he was marveling at the strands.

"Brown." He muttered when his thumb came beneath my eyes, brushing softly at the corner, "Brown."

A finger came to my nos