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silence.
    To her, these past few weeks must have felt like a physical and emotional abandonment.
    Shit.
    He should’ve known better. To him, indifference was the antithesis of love. It was rooted in the failure to act when action was needed. Love was about making an effort for another person. Showing was better than telling because in the end, it came down to deeds, not words.
    And so far, his actions were those of a man backing off at a crucial turning point in his relationship.
    Pam had sensed this and called him on it.
    The time had come to either advance or retreat. To court risk or fade away into safety. There were no half measures with Pam. It was one or the other.
    They reached his apartment complex. Jared parked the car in his reserved spot and shut off the engine. Pam didn’t budge, so he took a brief moment to reflect.
    Every true Dominant spent enormous amounts of time and energy caring for the physical and emotional needs of his submissive partner. In his opinion, this instinct for taking care of others was embedded in the DNA of all strong men—and perhaps this trait was a bit more pronounced in guys like him.
    So why had he not taken care of her? Why had he become so withdrawn? He hated to think he had given more attention to past relationships, both vanilla and BDSM, than the one that mattered most.
    The answer came to him in a flash. Sex. Of course. Since he was not a BDSM lifestyler, his Dominant side revealed itself largely in the bedroom. And now that he and Pam were having sex, it would be increasingly difficult to hide it from her.
    Not that he wanted to do that anymore—since the closer he got to her, the more he wanted to reveal everything. Nevertheless, out of pure habit, he backed off to ensure his secret remained undiscovered.
    Stupid, contradictory behavior.
    Clearly, if their relationship was going to move forward, his sexual preference was one of several secrets he needed to disclose. No more hiding. A shudder of self-disgust shot through him. He never thought he’d see the day when he’d have to tell himself to man up and face an issue.
    What had happened to him? By burying his true self, had he also buried his best self? By shielding Pamela from his Dominant side, had he lost his bearings altogether?
    Jared’s voice broke the frosty silence. “I forgot our six-month anniversary. I’ve become distant and haven’t taken care of your needs. I’m sorry, Pamela.”
    She turned toward him. The hurt etched on her face sliced through him like a dagger. At that moment, he couldn’t help but notice her eyes looked more violet than gray.
    Jared continued, “I promise that everything will change from now on. I’ll be more attentive and give our relationship the time and effort it deserves.”
    Her chin trembled, but she remained silent, listening.
    “And I will be more up-front about my thoughts and feelings,” Jared pledged. “Is this what you want…what you need?”
    She gave him a tremulous smile and nodded.
    “Then you’ve got it. And Pam?”
    “Yes, Jared?” she responded breathlessly.
    “If you ever pull a stunt like this again, I will paddle your ass so hard and so long, you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

Chapter Two
    Pamela blinked. She must have misunderstood. Had her sweet-tempered, sensitive boyfriend said he would spank her if she misbehaved? Like he meant it? She gave Jared a quizzical look, opened her mouth to speak, then shut it.
    Yes, he’d said it, all right.
    The firm set of his mouth did not inspire confidence, but Pamela managed to find her voice anyway. “Really, Jared. I know I did something stupid tonight, but you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean. Crazy, violent things.” She shivered, twisting away from him.
    Jared reached over. Taking hold of her chin with gentle fingers, he tilted her face up. “Don’t turn away from me, Pamela.”
    She paused. The tone of his voice seemed different somehow. Oh, it was as mellow and cultured as ever,