opinion anyway .
Melinda was working at the grocery store. The first time they met she had been sullen, all greasy dark hair and snapping her gum at him. He hadn’t been impressed . But then a couple of days later he had an overwhelming urge to see her again. He felt like his body was tearing apart by not being with her. At that moment he needed to see her or he would die .
He’d raced over to the grocery store, almost knocking over several townspeople. Running into the store he found her waiting for him. She was a vision. Gone was the gum, gone was the greasy hair, she looked stunning. He ran to her and swept her into his arms, and all at once everything felt right with the world. .. mostly anyway .
H is wolf had taken a little longer than Don did to realise she was his true mate. The wolf hadn’t hated her but he hadn’t been jumping around like a puppy, not like he had when he met Kayleigh . It didn’t mean anything though. Some wolves knew right away who their true mate was like his Beta Alec. But others took a little longer like Mal, and now he and Terri were sickeningly happy together.
So why didn’t that make him feel any better? Why was it so easy for him to just forget about Melinda? Why did being with Kayleigh feel so right?
He just hoped Kayleigh didn’t expect too much from him, he couldn’t bear to see her hurt.
He closed his eyes, concentrating on the vibrations of her heartbeat. Allowing her to steadily lull him to sleep .
*
5 th December
Kayleigh woke up early, refreshed and bursting with energy. Spending most of yesterday sleeping had definitely been good for her, not to mention her amorous exploits with Don...
She also hadn’t dreamed last night. Why would she need to dream about Don when she had the real thing? The dreams felt so hollow in comparison. She still quivered from his touch.
The cabin had become chilly, the fire Don had built the day before having gone out, completely forgotten after he joined her in the shower . Shivering she groped around until she found her glasses and then threw on the shirt Don had given her the day before and after rooting around in his draws she found a pair of thick woollen socks.
She pulled the covers round Don and skittered over to the fire. She stacked some of the wood and lit a match. Throwing it onto the fire she muttered the words ‘ignem autem efflorebit’ and flames immediately engulfed the wood, blazing ferociously. God she loved being a witch .
She rubbed her arms waiting for the cabin to heat up. Looking out the window the snow fall had slowed but was still steady. The view was beautiful really.
Spying the coffeepot she decided to switch it on. Rooting around his small kitchenette she was pleased to find it well stocked. The freezer in particular had a huge amount of food carefully labelled and ready to defrost. Rummaging around she found some blueberry bagels and took them out to defrost.
Don was still sleeping soundly. She placed her coffee cup on the bedside table and crawled into bed. She watched him for a few minutes, drinking in his every detail, from his thick dark hair, slightly tinged at the temple with a few strands of grey, down the hard contours of his torso to his imposing manhood.
He was so perfect . He was a masterpiece, every inch of him was delectable. She trailed her fingers over his chest through the dusting of dark hair.
She felt a twinge of apprehension. What if last night was a one-off? What if she was just a one night stand to him? It’s not like they really knew each other. She could count the amount of times they had spent time together on one hand.
It’s not like he had promised her anything. He was being forced into allowing her to stay at his home, he was being nice because he had to be. He had spent last night with her because she nigh on threw herself at him, there was no way he was going to turn her down .
She was
Melinda was working at the grocery store. The first time they met she had been sullen, all greasy dark hair and snapping her gum at him. He hadn’t been impressed . But then a couple of days later he had an overwhelming urge to see her again. He felt like his body was tearing apart by not being with her. At that moment he needed to see her or he would die .
He’d raced over to the grocery store, almost knocking over several townspeople. Running into the store he found her waiting for him. She was a vision. Gone was the gum, gone was the greasy hair, she looked stunning. He ran to her and swept her into his arms, and all at once everything felt right with the world. .. mostly anyway .
H is wolf had taken a little longer than Don did to realise she was his true mate. The wolf hadn’t hated her but he hadn’t been jumping around like a puppy, not like he had when he met Kayleigh . It didn’t mean anything though. Some wolves knew right away who their true mate was like his Beta Alec. But others took a little longer like Mal, and now he and Terri were sickeningly happy together.
So why didn’t that make him feel any better? Why was it so easy for him to just forget about Melinda? Why did being with Kayleigh feel so right?
He just hoped Kayleigh didn’t expect too much from him, he couldn’t bear to see her hurt.
He closed his eyes, concentrating on the vibrations of her heartbeat. Allowing her to steadily lull him to sleep .
*
5 th December
Kayleigh woke up early, refreshed and bursting with energy. Spending most of yesterday sleeping had definitely been good for her, not to mention her amorous exploits with Don...
She also hadn’t dreamed last night. Why would she need to dream about Don when she had the real thing? The dreams felt so hollow in comparison. She still quivered from his touch.
The cabin had become chilly, the fire Don had built the day before having gone out, completely forgotten after he joined her in the shower . Shivering she groped around until she found her glasses and then threw on the shirt Don had given her the day before and after rooting around in his draws she found a pair of thick woollen socks.
She pulled the covers round Don and skittered over to the fire. She stacked some of the wood and lit a match. Throwing it onto the fire she muttered the words ‘ignem autem efflorebit’ and flames immediately engulfed the wood, blazing ferociously. God she loved being a witch .
She rubbed her arms waiting for the cabin to heat up. Looking out the window the snow fall had slowed but was still steady. The view was beautiful really.
Spying the coffeepot she decided to switch it on. Rooting around his small kitchenette she was pleased to find it well stocked. The freezer in particular had a huge amount of food carefully labelled and ready to defrost. Rummaging around she found some blueberry bagels and took them out to defrost.
Don was still sleeping soundly. She placed her coffee cup on the bedside table and crawled into bed. She watched him for a few minutes, drinking in his every detail, from his thick dark hair, slightly tinged at the temple with a few strands of grey, down the hard contours of his torso to his imposing manhood.
He was so perfect . He was a masterpiece, every inch of him was delectable. She trailed her fingers over his chest through the dusting of dark hair.
She felt a twinge of apprehension. What if last night was a one-off? What if she was just a one night stand to him? It’s not like they really knew each other. She could count the amount of times they had spent time together on one hand.
It’s not like he had promised her anything. He was being forced into allowing her to stay at his home, he was being nice because he had to be. He had spent last night with her because she nigh on threw herself at him, there was no way he was going to turn her down .
She was
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