say
nothing.
Drew shifts from
side to side and sighs. I can practically hear his racing heart from
where I sit at the table, but nothing I want to do will make him calm
down. Damn it all to hell. I want him to suffer. I want to fuck him.
I'm not sure the two belong together. When is he going to say
something, I wonder? I need to do something about the tension in the
room that doesn't involve taking to the ground and fucking him
senseless. I just have to hope that he made up a reason to meet--and
I'm sure he has no other reason for being here now--because he's
sorry. Or something.
"For God's
sake, sit down," I growl, gesturing at a nearby chair. He's
nervous, but as he takes a seat I can pick up the scent of his
arousal. Him being turned on like that isn't helping my state of mind
one bit.
"So," he
says awkwardly, "what's up, Ian?" He's got a deep voice
that rasps along my nerves, but today he's subdued, soft. So
different from how he used to be I have to wonder what the hell's
happened to him.
"So," I
say, mocking him, "you came back." Something occurs to me.
"Since when are you a werewolf?" If he was changed
recently, it might explain why I didn't recognize him right away. His
scent's different--there's a faint layer of old human Drew
underneath, but the rest has altered enough that I'd never have
recognized him if he weren't standing right in front of me.
He sprawls across
the chair and shrugs. "Since when are you?" Damn, he looks
tired. And his nose looks like it was broken at some point, a small
bump marring the otherwise straight line of it. Still, he's gorgeous
and I can't help but be aware of it now that I know he's mine. Or
will be mine.
"Since birth,"
I drawl. His eyes widen. "Look, I know why you're here. I'm not
stupid."
I can tell he wants
to run or say something snappy, but instead he nods slowly. "Yeah,
I knew you'd recognize me once you saw me in human form again."
He sighs one more time. "I got attacked by a rogue werewolf a
couple of years ago. It's still kind of new."
"No pack to
help you through it?" We try to help as many newly-made wolves
as we can, but some slip through the cracks.
"No." I
want to shake him and hug him at the same time. "Look, I'm
sorry. I didn't know--I thought…" His voice trails off
and he gestures helplessly, his hands tracing random shapes in the
air. "I wanted to come home. That night--with you--I don't know,
it just scared me. I woke up and realized it was you and that just
freaked me out even more. Fuck, I didn't know you were a wolf. Last
time I saw you, I didn't even know any of this shit existed."
In that sense, I had
it easy. Being born a werewolf means that I grew up accepting the
supernatural. He didn't. That doesn't mean I'm going to let him off
the hook, though. "Do you have any idea what you did to me when
you left?" He should. He's helped me through more than one
broken heart.
Drew winces. "I
do now. That's why I came back. I want to--I don't know, give this a
chance, I guess." I want to leap across the desk and throttle
him, tackle him, sheathe myself inside him. I want to make him happy,
but I want to make him pay. Who the hell is this fucked up?
"Tell me, and
be honest, what did you feel that night? Anything?" I barely
recognize my voice--it's gone raspy, hoarse. It feels like the words
are sticking in my throat.
Drew nods slowly,
his eyes meeting mine with a wariness that kills me. What the hell is
he afraid of? I promise myself right then that whenever we get this
shit sorted out, I'm going to find out exactly what happened. I never
want to see that look again. I will him to say something, anything,
but it seems like forever before he finally does. "I
felt--peaceful, I guess," he admits. "Happy. Like I'd just
found something I didn't even know I was missing."
"But did you
want me? Before you knew it was me?" I need to hear him say it.
If he won't admit what he felt then, how will I ever get him to open
up to me?
Drew shrugs
carelessly. "Maybe." He
nothing.
Drew shifts from
side to side and sighs. I can practically hear his racing heart from
where I sit at the table, but nothing I want to do will make him calm
down. Damn it all to hell. I want him to suffer. I want to fuck him.
I'm not sure the two belong together. When is he going to say
something, I wonder? I need to do something about the tension in the
room that doesn't involve taking to the ground and fucking him
senseless. I just have to hope that he made up a reason to meet--and
I'm sure he has no other reason for being here now--because he's
sorry. Or something.
"For God's
sake, sit down," I growl, gesturing at a nearby chair. He's
nervous, but as he takes a seat I can pick up the scent of his
arousal. Him being turned on like that isn't helping my state of mind
one bit.
"So," he
says awkwardly, "what's up, Ian?" He's got a deep voice
that rasps along my nerves, but today he's subdued, soft. So
different from how he used to be I have to wonder what the hell's
happened to him.
"So," I
say, mocking him, "you came back." Something occurs to me.
"Since when are you a werewolf?" If he was changed
recently, it might explain why I didn't recognize him right away. His
scent's different--there's a faint layer of old human Drew
underneath, but the rest has altered enough that I'd never have
recognized him if he weren't standing right in front of me.
He sprawls across
the chair and shrugs. "Since when are you?" Damn, he looks
tired. And his nose looks like it was broken at some point, a small
bump marring the otherwise straight line of it. Still, he's gorgeous
and I can't help but be aware of it now that I know he's mine. Or
will be mine.
"Since birth,"
I drawl. His eyes widen. "Look, I know why you're here. I'm not
stupid."
I can tell he wants
to run or say something snappy, but instead he nods slowly. "Yeah,
I knew you'd recognize me once you saw me in human form again."
He sighs one more time. "I got attacked by a rogue werewolf a
couple of years ago. It's still kind of new."
"No pack to
help you through it?" We try to help as many newly-made wolves
as we can, but some slip through the cracks.
"No." I
want to shake him and hug him at the same time. "Look, I'm
sorry. I didn't know--I thought…" His voice trails off
and he gestures helplessly, his hands tracing random shapes in the
air. "I wanted to come home. That night--with you--I don't know,
it just scared me. I woke up and realized it was you and that just
freaked me out even more. Fuck, I didn't know you were a wolf. Last
time I saw you, I didn't even know any of this shit existed."
In that sense, I had
it easy. Being born a werewolf means that I grew up accepting the
supernatural. He didn't. That doesn't mean I'm going to let him off
the hook, though. "Do you have any idea what you did to me when
you left?" He should. He's helped me through more than one
broken heart.
Drew winces. "I
do now. That's why I came back. I want to--I don't know, give this a
chance, I guess." I want to leap across the desk and throttle
him, tackle him, sheathe myself inside him. I want to make him happy,
but I want to make him pay. Who the hell is this fucked up?
"Tell me, and
be honest, what did you feel that night? Anything?" I barely
recognize my voice--it's gone raspy, hoarse. It feels like the words
are sticking in my throat.
Drew nods slowly,
his eyes meeting mine with a wariness that kills me. What the hell is
he afraid of? I promise myself right then that whenever we get this
shit sorted out, I'm going to find out exactly what happened. I never
want to see that look again. I will him to say something, anything,
but it seems like forever before he finally does. "I
felt--peaceful, I guess," he admits. "Happy. Like I'd just
found something I didn't even know I was missing."
"But did you
want me? Before you knew it was me?" I need to hear him say it.
If he won't admit what he felt then, how will I ever get him to open
up to me?
Drew shrugs
carelessly. "Maybe." He
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