"For starters, I was never looking for a platonic mate, as you continued to assume," Rocco started, without so much as taking a second to think about it.

I guessed he could've been considering what to say to me the entire time he was trapped in his wolf form.

"The second bed was always for Oscar—Ryder, as he's decided he would rather be called. I still haven't gotten used to calling him that, but I guess I don't have time to talk about that." He gestured between us, and I felt a bit guilty ...