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my high-heeled black suede boots. I know, who wears suede when the ground was covered in snow and salt? Me, that’s who. I had seriously invested in protecting my favorite footwear with water-resistant spray.
Blake took a step back once he righted me on the sidewalk. Why was he playing all distant from me? Ugh, I could never figure men out. And they say women are complicated creatures. I thought it was just the opposite, personally. Maybe he was giving me space, knowing I was warring with myself when it came to him. But that didn’t make any sense, not when he was so insistent on us being together. With his knowing that I was on the verge of losing control and giving in to my primal instincts, now would be the perfect time for him to pounce.
Strobe lights filled the air, making the people on the dance floor appear as if they were moving in segmented motions. The bass of the music beat so deeply throughout the building that it went through my entire body. The music was exhilarating.
Blake touched my elbow and motioned toward the bar, signaling for drinks. Nodding for him to get me one, I watched as he slowly made his way over to the far side of the club. No matter how much I tried, there was no way I could ignore the fact that Blake was the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.
As he walked toward the bar, before being swallowed up from view by the club-goers, I watched the women’s heads turn to appreciate the view he was giving despite it being obvious he wasn’t trying to gain anyone’s attention. He seemed focused on going straight to the bar. But he did gain attention. A lot of attention.
I didn’t like the way those women were looking at him, openly ogling his body and giggling with their friends as they shared lustful thoughts about Blake. My neck spasmed from the tension of having to watch them watch him. The jealousy raging inside of me surprised me. I didn’t want to think about why that was. I didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what was going on in their heads. They were thinking about what it would be like to have sex with him.
To my dismay, their disgusting leers burned me, and my temper was rising. Blake wasn’t my boyfriend. I didn’t have a right to get jealous, but that was exactly what was happening. Normally, I wasn’t the jealous type. Because of Blake, I was experiencing a primitive instinct to go and rip the hair out of those women’s heads for daring to think about him in such ways.
I had no right.
I seriously needed that drink, and I could use a cold shower, too. What was wrong with me? I’d never before in my whole life thought of inflicting harm on another human, or non-human being, especially not over a man. I needed to get a grip.
Blake would so use my jealousy against me. He’d say something like, ‘See, I told you we were meant to be together. No one gets that uptight over a woman flirting with a man unless they were mated.’
Yeah, I’d rather go through a tortuous, headache-inducing day without coffee before I’d let him know how I really felt. Blake said he didn’t need me to verbally express my feelings for him; he already knew. His werewolf super-senses let him know a lot of things. Things I didn’t want him to know.
Max’s was packed as usual for a Friday night. People everywhere bounced off one another, moving to the music, and I tried to stay out of their way in fear of being knocked to the ground.
I turned toward the dance floor so I didn’t have to watch any more reactions Blake instilled in the women hoping for a good night. The less I saw, the better.
When I thought about it as I watched all the happy-go-lucky bar patrons dancing their cares away, I realized it didn’t matter if I saw it or not. Blake would have that reaction anywhere he went, no matter who was with him. Would those sex-crazed, lustful women care if he had a wedding ring on his finger? Probably not.
Brianna grabbed Michael’s arm and dragged him to the dance floor, leaving me
Blake took a step back once he righted me on the sidewalk. Why was he playing all distant from me? Ugh, I could never figure men out. And they say women are complicated creatures. I thought it was just the opposite, personally. Maybe he was giving me space, knowing I was warring with myself when it came to him. But that didn’t make any sense, not when he was so insistent on us being together. With his knowing that I was on the verge of losing control and giving in to my primal instincts, now would be the perfect time for him to pounce.
Strobe lights filled the air, making the people on the dance floor appear as if they were moving in segmented motions. The bass of the music beat so deeply throughout the building that it went through my entire body. The music was exhilarating.
Blake touched my elbow and motioned toward the bar, signaling for drinks. Nodding for him to get me one, I watched as he slowly made his way over to the far side of the club. No matter how much I tried, there was no way I could ignore the fact that Blake was the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.
As he walked toward the bar, before being swallowed up from view by the club-goers, I watched the women’s heads turn to appreciate the view he was giving despite it being obvious he wasn’t trying to gain anyone’s attention. He seemed focused on going straight to the bar. But he did gain attention. A lot of attention.
I didn’t like the way those women were looking at him, openly ogling his body and giggling with their friends as they shared lustful thoughts about Blake. My neck spasmed from the tension of having to watch them watch him. The jealousy raging inside of me surprised me. I didn’t want to think about why that was. I didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what was going on in their heads. They were thinking about what it would be like to have sex with him.
To my dismay, their disgusting leers burned me, and my temper was rising. Blake wasn’t my boyfriend. I didn’t have a right to get jealous, but that was exactly what was happening. Normally, I wasn’t the jealous type. Because of Blake, I was experiencing a primitive instinct to go and rip the hair out of those women’s heads for daring to think about him in such ways.
I had no right.
I seriously needed that drink, and I could use a cold shower, too. What was wrong with me? I’d never before in my whole life thought of inflicting harm on another human, or non-human being, especially not over a man. I needed to get a grip.
Blake would so use my jealousy against me. He’d say something like, ‘See, I told you we were meant to be together. No one gets that uptight over a woman flirting with a man unless they were mated.’
Yeah, I’d rather go through a tortuous, headache-inducing day without coffee before I’d let him know how I really felt. Blake said he didn’t need me to verbally express my feelings for him; he already knew. His werewolf super-senses let him know a lot of things. Things I didn’t want him to know.
Max’s was packed as usual for a Friday night. People everywhere bounced off one another, moving to the music, and I tried to stay out of their way in fear of being knocked to the ground.
I turned toward the dance floor so I didn’t have to watch any more reactions Blake instilled in the women hoping for a good night. The less I saw, the better.
When I thought about it as I watched all the happy-go-lucky bar patrons dancing their cares away, I realized it didn’t matter if I saw it or not. Blake would have that reaction anywhere he went, no matter who was with him. Would those sex-crazed, lustful women care if he had a wedding ring on his finger? Probably not.
Brianna grabbed Michael’s arm and dragged him to the dance floor, leaving me
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