Page 46 of The Howl
“I’m not upset. I’m hungry.” I glanced at the clock and saw only ten minutes had passed. I’d never last a full hour with Fenris.
“Can you throw me my purse?”
“Your purse or the two chocolate bars you have hidden away?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
I stopped staring at the ceiling to wrinkle my nose at him.
“Just throw the purse.”
He grinned and tossed it to me. I dug out a bar, grateful he didn’t tease me about it. The first bite helped distract me from his mouthwatering scent. But only a little.
“Do you want some?” I asked when I saw he was watching me.
“Yep. I do.” As he said it, the scent of his lust kicked up a notch.
“I thought you were going to try to keep yourself under control,” I said, breaking off a square and throwing it his way.
“I am trying. It’s not easy.”
I couldn’t fault him, not when I was struggling with my own control.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to criticize.”
He gave me an easy grin.
“Don’t worry about it. Now that I understand it’s not me driving you away but my smell, I’d rather have you say something instead of just running.” He popped his square of chocolate into his mouth and closed his eyes like it was the best thing ever. I could relate.
When he swallowed and looked at me, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“It’s nice being around someone who’s not trying to get into my pants. We should hang out more.”
I almost choked on my chocolate.
“It’s easier on me if I don’t hang out with anyone,” I said, feeling more than just a little dejected at the thought because it was nice being with Fenris.
“That sounds lonely,” he said.
I shrugged.
“What about Megan?” he asked. “You hang out with her.”
“She’s different. She doesn’t seem affected by me. And she needs me.”
“Maybe I need you, too.”
A small laugh escaped me, and I shook my head.
“I highly doubt that.”
He put his hand over his heart.
“Now who’s being hurtful?”
“Fine. Why do you need to hang out with me?”
“Freedom.”
I knew he meant from his girls, and some of my humor faded. Fenris had come to this class yesterday because he’d heard about my harassment by the other students and had wanted to help me out. Why couldn’t I return the favor?
