Page 12 of More Than a Match

“Oh really?” I return his intense gaze, not blinking. “That certainly would be something.”

“I know, right?”

My curiosity is piqued, and I can’t help but tease him a little. “So, what about your neighbors makes you suspect lycanthropy?”

“Well,” he begins, “the sex is usually pretty normal. But sometimes I swear it sounds like two big dogs going at it.”

“Maybe it’s the TV?”

“Nah, it’s definitely them. And they don’t have pets. Plus, it’s just a vibe I get.”

“A vibe?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, so your neighbors are werewolves. Noted.”

“You’re teasing me.”

I can’t help but grin. “A little. I’m a lady of science, after all.”

“You’ll see what I’m talking about eventually.”

“Oh, will I? You make it sound like I’ll be over here often enough to notice.”

He smiles down at me and pulls me into his arms. “I hope you will.” He leans down and places a gentle kiss on my forehead, tightening his grip on me slightly as he does.

I feel a tickle starting to grow between my legs, begging to be addressed.Damn sex monster.“Finish the tour, I’m sure there’s plenty left to see.”

He releases me from his embrace and grabs my hand, leading me into his kitchen. “Here we have our fine dining area, complete with stove, oven, sink, and refrigerator. It’s not well-stocked at the moment, but that can easily be remedied for future dine-in experiences.”

I glance around. It’s sparse, like the living room, featuring a small table in the corner near the window. “What else?”

He pretends to think for a moment. “What else is there in an apartment? Ah, yes!” He hurriedly leads me over to the other side of the living room, pulling aside the long blinds. “May I present, the patio!”

“Fabulous. Love what you’ve done with it,” I motion to the two plastic lawn chairs sitting next to the screened-in porch overlooking a side street. “The epitome of luxury.”

“If you like this, you’ll love what’s next,” he says, taking my hand again and pulling me towards a closed door on the other side of the room.

Is this finally it? The bedroom at last, where maybe I can get this deep craving stirring within me satisfied. He flings the door open with a flourish.

“Tada!” He declares proudly. “The linen closet!”

I choke back a confusing mixture of amusement and annoyance. “Wow, brilliant.”

He glances around the room and shrugs his shoulders. “Well, that’s the tour!”

I tip my head up to look at him and try not to sound too needy. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Am I?” He looks down at me, a smirk dancing on his lips. “I don’t think I am.” His brow furrows and he scratches his head. “I can’t think of anything I might be missing.”

“Well, is there a place to use the restroom? Because if yes, then I’d like to use it.”

“Ah, yes! That’s it,” he dramatically smacks his forehead. “How could I be so silly.” He grabs my hand again and leads me to another closed door. “There’s a half-bath here,” he says, opening the door, “But I need to put new soap in there. If you need to use one, come right through here.” To my surprise, he covers my eyes before leading me down the hall and opening another door.

“Um, why are you covering my eyes?”

“For dramatic effect, of course,” he whispers in my ear, pressing his body against mine from behind and gently nudging me forward. I hesitate, about to walk into the unknown with no way of knowing where I am going.

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