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the way to the airport.”
“Okay.” I yawned.
“I’ll see you in the morning.” He kissed my cheek. I reached out to grab his arm, keep him from going, but it was too late. He was gone.
“Okay.” I repeated, dazed, and pressed my fingers to the spot where his lips touched my skin. I felt a little zap, almost as if he’d given me a jolt of electricity. It felt really good, exciting. I wanted him to do it again. But what if he kissed me in a friendly gesture, just to become comfortable being affectionate to play the perfect boyfriend?
I glanced back at the window. The shade was up, the flag out front whipping in the wind. I hit play on the movie, doing my best to drown out the sound of the storm growing louder and stronger.
“You’re fine.” I went to the bathroom and got ready for bed, throwing on an oversized football jersey and my floppy bunny slippers. I turned off the lights and climbed under the covers. All the way under, pulled them over my head, squeezing my eyes shut. For some bizarre reason I had a really bad feeling, like something was going to jump out and go, boo .
I stayed frozen, every muscle stiff and uncomfortable, and my slippers still on my feet. I focused on the fact that I was safe and sound. I tried to relax. The house had good deadbolts and shatterproof windows.
That didn’t help.
Maybe I could crash at my aunt and uncl es, they lived right next door.
No, I’d have to go outside, alone , in a thunderstorm.
My ears perked up to hone in on another sound, one that didn’t come from the storm hammering my house.
I slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the top of the stairs, looking down into the living room. It was a creaky sound, like the way the wood groaned on the back porch when someone walked on it. It was old, and my dad hadn’t gotten around to replacing it, so it wasn’t hard to distinguish.
It took no time at all for my eyes to adjust. I could make out the furniture more clearly than ever before. I was even able to see the moonlight reflecting off the puddles through the window in the backdoor. Wow. That was awesome. Not too long ago I’d been blind without glasses. Maybe the perks of being a werewolf weren’t so bad.
The boards on the back porch groaned again, as if something was moving across them.
It wasn’t the rain.
A family of bunnies lived in the backyard, ones I didn’t want to hunt. They weren’t heavy enough to cause the noise, even if all of them hopped on the porch at the same time. So if hopping bunnies weren’t to blame...
A bubble of nervous laughter burst from my lips.
I was being silly.
Scared silly.
I raced for my bedroom and locked the door behind me. For good measure I pushed my chair across the room and barricaded myself in.
There, now I felt lots better, lots and lots. I was doing great, quite capable of taking care of myself. I had a hair dryer, and a big lamp, steel spiked stilettos….plenty of makesh ift weapons should I need them.
Although, I hadn’t the faint est idea why I’d need a weapon.
I normally didn’t stand in the middle of my room wringing my hands b ecause of bad feelings, either.
The creepy crawlies skittered down my sp ine and my tummy did the flips.
I hated the flips.
It was like being sick and getting a sinking feeling in the bottom of your stomach, like you’re actually moving down. Downward flips.
Oh, who am I kidding?
I might as we ll be wearing chicken slippers.
It was obvious I had more in commo n with the foul than the furry.
“Quinn?”
I waited, hoping what he said was true. That all I had to do was say his name and he’d hear me, he’d come.
“Quinn?” please let that grouchy wolf come.
A cool breeze danced over my skin and he appeared right in front of me, towering, wild brown hair, tan skin, lethal to anyone who pissed him off.
Yep, I was doing okay now.
Chapter 10
“Miss me?” Quinn asked with a deep chuckle.
“No, not really.” I said, glancing back toward my door.
He
“Okay.” I yawned.
“I’ll see you in the morning.” He kissed my cheek. I reached out to grab his arm, keep him from going, but it was too late. He was gone.
“Okay.” I repeated, dazed, and pressed my fingers to the spot where his lips touched my skin. I felt a little zap, almost as if he’d given me a jolt of electricity. It felt really good, exciting. I wanted him to do it again. But what if he kissed me in a friendly gesture, just to become comfortable being affectionate to play the perfect boyfriend?
I glanced back at the window. The shade was up, the flag out front whipping in the wind. I hit play on the movie, doing my best to drown out the sound of the storm growing louder and stronger.
“You’re fine.” I went to the bathroom and got ready for bed, throwing on an oversized football jersey and my floppy bunny slippers. I turned off the lights and climbed under the covers. All the way under, pulled them over my head, squeezing my eyes shut. For some bizarre reason I had a really bad feeling, like something was going to jump out and go, boo .
I stayed frozen, every muscle stiff and uncomfortable, and my slippers still on my feet. I focused on the fact that I was safe and sound. I tried to relax. The house had good deadbolts and shatterproof windows.
That didn’t help.
Maybe I could crash at my aunt and uncl es, they lived right next door.
No, I’d have to go outside, alone , in a thunderstorm.
My ears perked up to hone in on another sound, one that didn’t come from the storm hammering my house.
I slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the top of the stairs, looking down into the living room. It was a creaky sound, like the way the wood groaned on the back porch when someone walked on it. It was old, and my dad hadn’t gotten around to replacing it, so it wasn’t hard to distinguish.
It took no time at all for my eyes to adjust. I could make out the furniture more clearly than ever before. I was even able to see the moonlight reflecting off the puddles through the window in the backdoor. Wow. That was awesome. Not too long ago I’d been blind without glasses. Maybe the perks of being a werewolf weren’t so bad.
The boards on the back porch groaned again, as if something was moving across them.
It wasn’t the rain.
A family of bunnies lived in the backyard, ones I didn’t want to hunt. They weren’t heavy enough to cause the noise, even if all of them hopped on the porch at the same time. So if hopping bunnies weren’t to blame...
A bubble of nervous laughter burst from my lips.
I was being silly.
Scared silly.
I raced for my bedroom and locked the door behind me. For good measure I pushed my chair across the room and barricaded myself in.
There, now I felt lots better, lots and lots. I was doing great, quite capable of taking care of myself. I had a hair dryer, and a big lamp, steel spiked stilettos….plenty of makesh ift weapons should I need them.
Although, I hadn’t the faint est idea why I’d need a weapon.
I normally didn’t stand in the middle of my room wringing my hands b ecause of bad feelings, either.
The creepy crawlies skittered down my sp ine and my tummy did the flips.
I hated the flips.
It was like being sick and getting a sinking feeling in the bottom of your stomach, like you’re actually moving down. Downward flips.
Oh, who am I kidding?
I might as we ll be wearing chicken slippers.
It was obvious I had more in commo n with the foul than the furry.
“Quinn?”
I waited, hoping what he said was true. That all I had to do was say his name and he’d hear me, he’d come.
“Quinn?” please let that grouchy wolf come.
A cool breeze danced over my skin and he appeared right in front of me, towering, wild brown hair, tan skin, lethal to anyone who pissed him off.
Yep, I was doing okay now.
Chapter 10
“Miss me?” Quinn asked with a deep chuckle.
“No, not really.” I said, glancing back toward my door.
He
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