Not Only Yours

Amia

Andrius gave no explanation about his visit and I wasn’t sure what to make of this. I had no problem meeting his best friend. I mean, he had to be if he’d chosen him as his right-hand man, right? What confused me was Andrius letting him in despite what I’m wearing, or the lack of clothing I was wearing, and despite where we were. This is supposed to be our room. At that realization goosebumps spread down my arms. The math wasn’t mathing and I was starting to wonder if his friend was more than a friend.

That would complicate things.

Every hair stood on end as his beta stepped into the room. My eyes dropped to the tactical boots and then my brows raised as they swept up, up, up the army green pants to the thoroughly filled out black t-shirt. He was dressed like a soldier, not a beta. At least, not the way I envisioned a beta to dress, but all thought disappeared as he the rest of him appeared. My lips parted as our gaze locked.

Holy hell.

Baby blues burned holes into mine. There wa