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him he was wrong to push her away. That there was room for her in his life.
    “But no more sex?” she asked.
    His arms locked up again. “No.”
    “How about kissing?” she asked lightly.
    He cocked his head to one side. “This isn’t a negotiation.”
    “No kissing, then,” she said. “What about fondling? Over or under clothes? How about straight-up groping?”
    He gritted his teeth. “Mia,” he growled through them.
    “I’m just saying…” She pushed in her chair. “If I accidentally brush up against you in the elevator, don’t be surprised if some part of your body gets squeezed.” She raked her gaze over his overly-hot, extremely-masculine body. She made it sound like a joke, but she wasn’t so sure it was. Would she be able to keep from jumping him in the elevator? She wasn’t entirely sure.
    But it pulled a smirk out of him. “Duly warned.”
    She flashed him another flirty look, then turned away. “I call shower first,” she threw over her shoulder as she headed back to the bedroom. His low chuckle followed after her.
    In truth, her stomach was still twisting.
    He had given into her for a night. But in the bright sun of morning, he’d thought better of it and pulled back. She would just have to keep trying, not drive him away, and eventually, he wouldn’t be able to resist the pull between them anymore. Her inner wolf was still basking in the glow of a night with her alpha, but she roused enough to yip in agreement.
    Lucas and his wolf belonged with them. But they would have to be patient while he figured that out as well.

    Lucas strolling through her dorm building, at her side in his casual-yet-upscale polo and slacks, felt like some kind of out-of-body experience: his powerful frame and confident walk were better placed in a boardroom, not next to a bunch of hung over college students stumbling in from whatever frat party they had crashed the night before. Lucas let her lead the way, but his presence was commanding: he swept the hallways with his gaze and narrowed his eyes at every person they encountered, probably assessing whether they were a threat or not. It was incredibly reassuring, and made her feel safe, even if she didn’t know from one minute to the next what kind of relationship they had. For her wolf, it seemed simple: he was her alpha, or at least should be. Even if Mia hadn’t submitted to him in any real wolfish way… yet. Her inner beast paced and pawed the ground, eager to cement that thought into reality. But her human self wasn’t at all sure about that—especially when Lucas was a volatile, crazy mix of employer, lover, protector, provider, breakfast-cooker, and mentor on all things wolfish.
    If she was on Facebook, their relationship status would definitely be it’s complicated .
    Lucas let her step into the elevator before him, then followed and used his stare to keep a bleary-eyed boy from joining them. The door closed.
    “Floor?” he asked.
    “Eleven.”
    She looked at him, but he kept his gaze on the slowly climbing numbers. There was an invisible wall between them now, one she wanted to breach by taking his hand or touching his face—she wished she was bold enough to grope him in the elevator like she had threatened, but all her bold demands had been made in the shadows of his kitchen, alone, late at night. Not in a brightly lit elevator that could stop at any moment.
    When they reached the 11 th floor and stepped into the common room, Lucas’s nose wrinkled. She couldn’t blame him—the post-Friday-night-party stench was second only to Sunday morning’s usual combination of spilt drink mixers, stale body sweat, and at least a couple hasty sexual encounters. Today there was an eau du Cheetos added to the mix. Must have been movie night. At least there weren’t any used condoms in the corner, like she found the last time.
    “Sorry about the Smells of Debauchery,” she said.
    “I’d kind of forgotten about the college stench.” He threw her a