but in a blink the light was gone.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he said, sounding tired.
“I guess this is goodbye.” Her tone reeked of desperation. Go! Now! Before you embarrass yourself even more.
Mindy threw her car into gear and backed up. She needed to get out of here. Get away from Sticks. Get away from him.
He stood rooted in place as she drove away. The second she could no longer see him, something inside of her cracked and tears welled in her eyes. She stopped and banged her forehead on the steering wheel.
“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid,” she muttered, then continued on.
Mindy replayed the events of the evening the whole drive home. She was sure the man had enjoyed himself as much as she had. Maybe more so. She rolled her eyes. Of course he’d enjoyed himself. He was guy who was getting laid. Except...it had felt like more than just sex to her.
She was aware that women and men viewed these things differently, but no matter how many times she examined what they’d done, she couldn’t easily dismiss the connection she’d felt with...with...
Mindy sighed. Oh God, she didn’t even know his name. Shame kicked her in the gut, leaving her winded. How could she have forgotten to ask something so important? She thought about turning around.
She glanced in her rearview mirror. The road behind her was dark and empty. It matched the hollowness in her chest. It was too late to go back now. He’d be long gone.
All this time, she’d envied Izzy’s and Celina’s wild streaks because she’d had to suppress her own. Mindy had finally let her wild side out, only to discover it wasn’t what it was cracked up to be.
Sure, she’d enjoyed every minute with her mystery man and wouldn’t trade the experience for anything. But Celina and Izzy had left something out of their adventurous tales. Something vital.
They’d forgot to mention how quickly the momentary highs would be replaced by crushing lows. The sharp edges of which only added to her sense of loneliness.
* * * * *
Nic arrived home to an empty house. The silence screamed volumes as he dropped his keys into a bowl next to the door and stripped off his clothes.
His chest ached. Nic rubbed the spot over his heart, but the pain remained. Didn’t seem possible, but he was even lonelier than before.
The woman’s sweet scent covered his body, making his heart race and his nerves tighten. He could still feel her velvet muscles gripping him and taste her honey on his tongue. He stared at the hard evidence protruding between his legs. He could deny it, but here was physical proof that he wanted her again.
Nic walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on, determined to wash her scent away— wash her away . He stared at the steady stream and watched it swirl down the drain. One quick scrub and she’d be gone.
For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to step under the water. Having her scent on him made it seem like he wasn’t so alone.
“You don’t even know her name,” he snapped, overwhelmed by the sense of loss.
Nic shut the water off and walked to the sink. Clutching the sides of the porcelain, he stared at himself in the mirror. Blue phosphorescent eyes stared back at him accusingly and dried blood covered his face.
“You’re wrong,” he grumbled to his wolf.
His lip curled, exposing long canines.
“You’ve been wrong before and you’re wrong this time! It’s just the full moon.” The words had barely left his throat, when Nic’s head snapped back.
Fur rippled over his face and a snout appeared. His skin itched and stretched. Nic growled and shook his head, fighting off the need to complete the shift.
“You aren’t in control. I am!” The garbled words ended in a snarl.
It took a couple of minutes for the fur and snout to slowly recede. By the time it was completely gone, the cut on his cheek had sealed and only a thin white line remained. That too would disappear in another day or so.
Nic washed his face
“You don’t have to thank me,” he said, sounding tired.
“I guess this is goodbye.” Her tone reeked of desperation. Go! Now! Before you embarrass yourself even more.
Mindy threw her car into gear and backed up. She needed to get out of here. Get away from Sticks. Get away from him.
He stood rooted in place as she drove away. The second she could no longer see him, something inside of her cracked and tears welled in her eyes. She stopped and banged her forehead on the steering wheel.
“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid,” she muttered, then continued on.
Mindy replayed the events of the evening the whole drive home. She was sure the man had enjoyed himself as much as she had. Maybe more so. She rolled her eyes. Of course he’d enjoyed himself. He was guy who was getting laid. Except...it had felt like more than just sex to her.
She was aware that women and men viewed these things differently, but no matter how many times she examined what they’d done, she couldn’t easily dismiss the connection she’d felt with...with...
Mindy sighed. Oh God, she didn’t even know his name. Shame kicked her in the gut, leaving her winded. How could she have forgotten to ask something so important? She thought about turning around.
She glanced in her rearview mirror. The road behind her was dark and empty. It matched the hollowness in her chest. It was too late to go back now. He’d be long gone.
All this time, she’d envied Izzy’s and Celina’s wild streaks because she’d had to suppress her own. Mindy had finally let her wild side out, only to discover it wasn’t what it was cracked up to be.
Sure, she’d enjoyed every minute with her mystery man and wouldn’t trade the experience for anything. But Celina and Izzy had left something out of their adventurous tales. Something vital.
They’d forgot to mention how quickly the momentary highs would be replaced by crushing lows. The sharp edges of which only added to her sense of loneliness.
* * * * *
Nic arrived home to an empty house. The silence screamed volumes as he dropped his keys into a bowl next to the door and stripped off his clothes.
His chest ached. Nic rubbed the spot over his heart, but the pain remained. Didn’t seem possible, but he was even lonelier than before.
The woman’s sweet scent covered his body, making his heart race and his nerves tighten. He could still feel her velvet muscles gripping him and taste her honey on his tongue. He stared at the hard evidence protruding between his legs. He could deny it, but here was physical proof that he wanted her again.
Nic walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on, determined to wash her scent away— wash her away . He stared at the steady stream and watched it swirl down the drain. One quick scrub and she’d be gone.
For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to step under the water. Having her scent on him made it seem like he wasn’t so alone.
“You don’t even know her name,” he snapped, overwhelmed by the sense of loss.
Nic shut the water off and walked to the sink. Clutching the sides of the porcelain, he stared at himself in the mirror. Blue phosphorescent eyes stared back at him accusingly and dried blood covered his face.
“You’re wrong,” he grumbled to his wolf.
His lip curled, exposing long canines.
“You’ve been wrong before and you’re wrong this time! It’s just the full moon.” The words had barely left his throat, when Nic’s head snapped back.
Fur rippled over his face and a snout appeared. His skin itched and stretched. Nic growled and shook his head, fighting off the need to complete the shift.
“You aren’t in control. I am!” The garbled words ended in a snarl.
It took a couple of minutes for the fur and snout to slowly recede. By the time it was completely gone, the cut on his cheek had sealed and only a thin white line remained. That too would disappear in another day or so.
Nic washed his face
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