“Your room is this way,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder.
I followed him down the corridor, past doors I recognized. Finally, he stopped in front of a room I knew all too well.
Our old bedroom.
My pulse spiked.
He opened the door with a smile and gestured for me to enter. I didn’t, of course, although I did peek inside. The room looked exactly the same as it had ten years ago. Same furniture, same curtains, same view of the grounds from the window. Even the bedspread was the same, a deep green that matched the forest beyond the glass.
I turned. “I’m not sleeping in here.”
Gideon stepped toward me. “Why not?”
“Because…” My voice trailed off.
He was close now. Too close for comfort, and yet not close enough at the same time, making a cord in my chest pull taut with desire as I looked up at him. His eyes were dark in the dim light, hungry and fixed solely on me. They darted to my mouth. He licked his lips and gave me a wanting glance. I knew he wanted to kiss me, and for a moment, I thought I might let him.
It would be so easy to do it again. Even without the full moon, the desires were still strong. There was no denying that.
But then his lips brushed mine, and the sensation made me snap back to reality.
“I’m not doing this,” I said, stepping back. “Not tonight. The moon isn’t full. You agreed to the terms, Gideon.”
Gideon stopped. His jaw worked for a second, then he nodded. “You’re right.” He paused, then gestured down the hall. “There’s a guest room next door,” he said, moving toward the door. “If you’d prefer.”
I did prefer it. I nodded.
The guest room was smaller than the master bedroom, but it was comfortable. Clean sheets, a window overlooking the gardens, a small lamp on the nightstand.
“Thanks,” I said.
Gideon nodded once, then left without another word.
I shut the door and leaned back against it, exhaling slowly.

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