the plush cushions, and then I atte

ch, the hint of a smirk in the corner of his mouth. I feel a thrill of joy when he touches them, his fingers

tell him the truth. "Tha

eave! We have to find out more about ea

to know more about me. His stare tugs at mine, his expression of despair. If

eing loved is a luxury reserved for

within my injuries. The joke is finished. "Well, apologize. I'm leaving," I say angrily. Why does my rudeness

ith so much dedication, is unnerving and weird. It is like nothing I've ever

tle breeze. Maybe this is all just a dream. Maybe in a couple of minutes,

persuade me to keep on with this joke any longer. He is only messing with me by appearing to be interested,

tly in front of me,

been standing more than 10

rner. "What are you? What do you want from me?" I im

curiously, he wears a resigned fac

er how odd this seems, I am embarrassingly delighted to spend a few more seconds staring at

ays. "My name is Liam, and I am

t unhappily, this extraordinarily attractive guy, the only one that's ever talked to me, is a fre

ly as if he is a kindergartener. I know h

help but notice how cute he looks when he is annoyed,

problems," I quickly snap, then instantly desire to take back my harsh comments. For m

eyes. The funny thing is, he doesn't seem to be upset or even bothered by me, but by himself. What t

eyes fluttered shut, his lips pursed in concentration. He seems t

ay you can pro

his body. It is like a waterfall, the way his body suddenly falls into itself. However, there is a glimmer of light before

white teeth and black eye

I had read or seen about were

fits his complexion. He, like his human counterpart, is very lovely. My breath is snatched away as I scrutinize him and hi

ding towards the earth swiftly. There is a flash of light,

worldly. Somehow, my brain refuses to accept that werewolves exist, and even if now I am given proof,

rd, sturdy object. I feel the floor rush to meet me,