Thirty-Seven

Kaylee's P.O.V.

The walk to the packhouse was tense as our hands occasionally brushed against each other. Each time, it was like touching him for the first time all over again. Sparks shot through my skin and butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

Scarlett had split from us when we passed her house, so I couldn't use her as a distraction. My mind was swirling with everything Parker. His touch, his taste, his smell. Even the way he was walking had me ready to swoon. I felt like a bitch in heat.

Where do we go from here? Do we start over, or just wait out this tension between us until it disappeared?

"We need to stop by the conference room to get permission to stay at the packhouse." He whispered to me.

'Apparently, we go to the conference room from here.' I thought bitterly.

I released a sigh as I mentally smacked myself in the forehead. It was like dating for the first time. I didn't know how to talk to him, or if I should. If I did, any number of his pack members could be able to