Chapter 149

Sabrina's POV

We didn’t talk about dance classes for long before Dax and Elliot got back. Dax had a black duffel bag hanging off his shoulder, and Elliot grinned the moment he saw Lizzy and Evan. Evan growled and charged at his dad, shifting and laughing like a maniac as his dad scooped him up off the ground and flung him up into the air.

I was already in enough pain to be relieved to see Dax again. The damn pain was going to turn me into one of Pavlov’s dogs—or one of Pavlov’s almost-werewolves, I guess.

Dax dropped his bag next to the couch and then grabbed me, scooping me up like a damned princess. My cheeks heated as he settled down on the couch with me in his arms. The side of my head rested against his chest, and he was practically hugging me while he held me.

The pain, of course, eased to nothing now that we were touching again. My breathing grew easier and steadier in the comfort of his arms, even if I was too embarrassed to make eye contact with him.