Chapter 22: Making Connections

*Ada*

Bryson's breathing slowly calmed beneath me, and I realized that he had fallen asleep.

Yet my fingers didn't stop their journey as they moved around, playing with the hair that I had been dying to touch since I had first laid eyes on him. Bryson didn't seem to mind my fingers though, and kept unconsciously moving even closer to me.

My eyes took a quick sweep of his body, trying to check for any physical injuries or anything else that I needed to tend to. His knees looked a little scraped up, but they were nothing major. Definitely not something I would have to mend at the moment. Especially since his wolf would most likely be able to heal that in a matter of minutes, even without my aid.

As I knelt there and stared at the man in front of me, the man that I had panicked seeing injured, I realized what I had been trying to push back. But what I was fighting wasn't ignorable any longer.

I loved him. I loved Bryson. I wanted to be with him.

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