Page 205 of His White Moonlight
“I can eat downstairs.”
“You could, but I know you’re tired.Did the stitches stay dry?”
“They did.Are you going to leave?”
“No.”
He was right about the tired part because I didn’t care enough to tell him to get out.Ignoring him, I walked into my closet and turned to close the door.A second later, I was pinned to the wall, his hands on my shoulders.
“This is new,” I said.“Guess the hands above the head thing is in a timeout until the stitches are removed.”
His pupils expanded.“I guess I’ll just need to find out another way to sweeten your scent.”
“Is that what you were doing?”
“Do you have any idea how desperate you make me when you respond like this?Calm.Slightly challenging.Unafraid.Kiss me, Wrenly.”
I snorted.“No, thank you.I’ll risk tearing stitches when I try to hit you.”
“You won’t need to hit me.Just one kiss like you promised.”
“When did I promise to kiss you?”I asked, more amused than annoyed.
“You said that you’d willingly kiss me with no timer, and you would initiate it if you weren’t maliciously hurt tonight.”
A laugh escaped me, and I lifted my arm.
He slowly shook his head.“That wasn’t malicious.Miranda was preventing you from being maliciously hurt.And you weren’t hurt before that.”
I lifted my hands to show the scrapes that the doctor hadn’t been too concerned about.
“Those don’t count.They were self-inflicted.”
“And I’m only unhurt otherwise because I ran and climbed fast.”
“A deal is a deal.”He leaned in closer.“Kiss me, Wrenly.”
I considered him and my options.If I refused, he’d never make a deal with me again.We’d lose the trust we’d gained.But I also saw his current state.Would he be content with just a kiss, or would his desperation only increase?I trusted him not to take what I wasn’t willing to give, but I also knew he would try anything and everything to get me to say yes.And my attraction to him and what he could do to my scent would push him to push me.
He was already a wolf on the edge.I didn’t want to tempt him more.
Or maybe I did.
“You’re right.A deal is a deal, and I won’t go back on my word.Would you consider delaying payment until my stitches are out so I don’t hurt myself if it evolves into more than a kiss?”
He made a choked sound and started to shake violently.
Seismic-level tremors.
I only had a half a second to think, “Oh shit,” before he pushed away and let out a strangled sound.His clothes ripped as he suddenly shifted from skin to fur.
Pivoting, I ran from the closet and slammed the door behind me.The solid thunk of his body hitting it was followed by his claws scrabbling for the knob as I bolted for my phone.Shaking hard, I speed dialed Grandma and locked myself in the bathroom.
She picked up with a serious, “What’s wrong?”
“Bennett shifted.I shut him in the closet.”
“Do you want me to come over or talk to you until he calms down?”
