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back.”
    “God, Xavier.” Laurel couldn’t find the words. She hurt for him, for the guy he was then and the mistake. The guilt, probably. And she finally understood his reluctance with her. She squeezed his hand.
    Xavier cleared his throat. “He and the woman both died that night while I had a mediocre lay with a girl I never spoke to again.”
    “I’m so sorry for you. Losing your dad that way… That must have been awful.” And the guilt… that was what haunted him now. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” she told him, touched.
    “I figured when you knew, it would change things,” he said.
    “It does,” she admitted and rushed on when she saw the uncertainty flash in his eyes. “It makes me even more determined to be myself. To stop hiding who I am. From you and everyone else, because maybe then you’ll do the same. We’re both living in hiding. Hiding from people in my life who are anti-shifter is one thing. The world will always be full of people who don’t like me for some reason or another. I’m learning to accept that. But you. You’re hiding from yourself, Xavier. From your future. I don’t know how to fix that.”
    She thought he’d push her away. Storm off or tell her to leave it alone, something an alpha would do. Instead, Xavier reached for her and pulled her into his lap, smoothing her hair and pressing kisses to her temple. She was too shocked to do more than let him.
    “You’re right about me but not about the differences in us,” he said.
    “What do you mean?”
    “The reasons we each have for hiding. The ones we are hiding from. They’re the same thing, love. We can fix each other.”
    He kissed her then and any doubt she’d had about his words melted away. She had no idea if she could be fixed. That meant coming clean about her animal to the rest of the world. That thought still terrified her. Humans weren’t nice after that. Hell, neither were shifters. She didn’t know if she could be fixed, or if she wanted to. But here was her chance to find out.
    She wound her arms around Xavier’s neck and held on tight as he deepened the kiss. Desire flooded her like a warm spray of water. When he parted her lips with his tongue, she rolled her hips reflexively against him. He growled into her mouth, and she prayed for the liquid heat to turn to fire, burning their clothes away. She vaguely hoped Xavier’s truck windows were tinted enough to shield her if anyone passed by, but then she was swept away in his kiss.
    As if reading her mind, Xavier’s hands wandered, picking wildly at the hem of her blouse before sliding underneath the smooth fabric.
    “I need to touch you,” he whispered.
    She gasped as his fingers dipped inside her bra and brushed over her taut nipple. One and then the other and back again. With his other hand, he found his way to the seam of her pants and pressed his thumb against her clit. Laurel couldn’t think, could barely breathe.
    “Please,” she begged, writhing against him now, half desperate for him.
    She arched her back, tossing her head to the side and offering her neck without a thought.
    Xavier licked and nipped at her before trailing kisses down her collarbone. She tried not to acknowledge the disappointment as he ignored her offering. She’d let him claim her right now if he wanted. But he didn’t. Neither of them would be fixed overnight.
    Xavier unclasped her pants and slipped his fingers inside, sliding them against her clit until she squirmed.
    “I’m going to make you come for me,” Xavier said, his hot breath against her neck.
    “Please,” she begged, for what exactly she didn’t even know. For him, for her orgasm, for everything.
    Xavier slid his finger lower, pushing inside her, and Laurel rolled her hips to meet him. He set an excruciatingly slow pace, and Laurel forced herself to slow with him. He dipped his tongue into her mouth, thrusting gently against her. Closer and closer to the edge, but only by inches. Laurel wanted