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I finished the week and a majority of the second week accompanying Colt to various business meetings and dinners. We end some of our nights like our first night and other nights we part ways and enjoy the peace and quiet that comes with being alone. But we haven’t gone further. No kissing and no fucking. Kissing seems exceptionally intimate so maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to cross that line, but the sparks flying between us need to be taken care of soon or I’m going to combust like a god damn firework. The latter half of the second week I spent at the pack house mostly by myself. He was spending his extra time brainstorming and tweaking their security ideas. I kinda miss seeing him. I’m not supposed to, but God damn my heart isn’t on the same wavelength as my brain.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder and that couldn’t be truer. He walks in the door as I’m pouring myself a glass of wine and putting a frozen pizza in the oven and all the air leaves my lungs. I’ve