Bambi's POV
I didn't realize I'd been staring at the closed door until Dawn gently touched my elbow.
"Bambi," he said quietly, "you don't have to look so afraid. It's just my room."
Just his room.
Right.
Except it wasn't "just" anything. It was his space—Alpha Dawn's retreat, the place nobody entered unless invited. The place where he slept. The place where I was about to spend the night.
My heart thudded once—loud and too obvious.
He must've heard it.
A small, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Relax. I'm not going to bite."
"I'm not nervous," I lied instantly.
He raised a brow. "You're shaking."
I looked down.
Damn it.
My hands were actually trembling.
I pulled them behind my back like that would somehow erase what he had already seen. "It's cold," I muttered.
"It's not," he said, voice low, amused again. "But you can keep pretending if it makes you feel better."
I glared at him. "You know, not everything is about you."
