I adjusted my hair and turned to peek up at him. He was a lot closer than I thought, his forearm almost touching my shoulder. I was still close to Sean and with him on my other side, I never felt so small. But somehow I never felt safer.
Trailing my eyes along with the tight black shirt he wore, I chewed my lip again. My eyes travelled up expecting to see his well-kept hair, but it sent me into shock as I found his dark wolf's eyes staring down at me intensely already. The surprise of him looking at me causes me to bite my lip harshly, drawing blood. I frowned and licked it away, casting my gaze back to him once more to see him still intensely staring down at me.
What's crawled up his butt...
'He's jealous.' My wolf purred.
Jealous? I almost laughed. He has ignored me for weeks. He is not jealous.
She chortled. 'Oh, he is. He is jealous. You and Sean. His wolf is grumbling all about it.'
