Leo’s eyes went the size of saucers, before he raced out of the room and came back with a doctor. He once again grasped his wife’s hand and listened to the doctor’s orders.
“Hey!” I yelled “I…my parents…” I could barely get the excuse from my lips, my wolf snarled at me and went back to enjoying Damian’s touch.
“What kind of job?”, Stell asked. “Maybe next time you won’t mess with me you asshole”!
“They certainly are, aren’t they?” Yi murmurs, watching my utter fascination with pleasure. “I, actually, like to think of them as a fantastic crossbreed between a buffalo and a bull. Oh, and a twinge of werewolf.” “Sure.” He took it and put it in between us. He pulled out one string of spaghetti and put one end in my mouth and the other in his. I nearly bit his finger in the process but managed to start chewing it. I giggled as I chewed it slowly.
Our lips met when we had both finished our half of the string of spaghetti. It is all a mystery. Why is Xavier making my chest pound so hard? Even a glimpse or a simple touch is spiking my heart.
But it isn’t love, I’m sure. “This song.” I said wrapping my arms around his neck I grabbed a short black skirt from the shelf above the hanging rod, it reached about mid-thigh and it was something I wouldn’t have touched with a ten foot pole…until now, that is. I put on a low cut, white shirt that was so see-through it needed an undershirt, and to top it all off, a pair of black, leather, knee high boots. “I don’t want to do this,” I stopped short in front of the doors, people barreling past me. Sadie visibly growled, a snarl curling at the corner of her delicate mouth.
“Ugh,” I moaned, holding my head in disappointment.
‘TERRY.’ Matt came running to us, looking nervous as hell. “I’m doing great, thanks. See you Monday?