Page 39 of His White Moonlight
Me: In the seven years since I’ve been gone, neither one of you could manage to teach Bennett how to have fun?My first time ever going to an arcade, and he sucked the fun right out of what could have been a great afternoon.I blame both of you.
Aiden: Us?Blame his mate.
Karter: We tried teaching him.All he can think about is her.
I would have pitied whoever his mate was, but I knew werewolves lived for finding their mates.Whoever she was, she would just as likely be as obsessed with Bennett as he was with her, which made his hesitation to claim her even more confusing…unless she truly was that much younger than he was.If that was the case, I did feel sorry for him.Not enough to excuse his crappy behavior, though.Only sorry enough to keep my questions to myself so I didn’t potentially rub salt into any wounds.
He pulled into the garage and parked but didn’t get out.Risking his wrath, I opened my door to give him the alone time I thought he needed.
Inside, I put my dessert in the fridge and went upstairs to shut myself in my room.
My phone rang just as I sat down on my bed.I glanced at the number, hurried to turn on some music in my bedroom, and closed myself in my bathroom.
Once I had the water in the sink running, I answered with a quiet, “Hey, Sophia.What’s up?”
“A few friends and I are heading downtown to a dance club my uncle owns.Any chance you want to meet us there?”
“I’d love to, but I’m not sure I can manage it.”
“Still under house arrest?”
“Something like that.”
“Can’t you sneak out?”
“Probably not.”
“Well, if you decide to, give me a call.I can pick you up wherever.Whenever.And I talked to my mom.If you need a place to stay until the start of the semester, we have a spare room.”
“Thanks.I hope I don’t need it, but if I do, I’ll call.”
We said goodbye, and I turned off the water.
I wasn’t expecting Bennett to be standing on the other side of the door when I opened it.Rather than scream like an afraid, normal person would, I punched him right in the face, then cried out in pain.
My whole hand throbbed, and I tried to shake it out.Bennett grabbed my hand and immediately turned on the cold water, sticking it under.It helped.
As the pain receded, clarity bloomed, and I glanced at Bennett’s face.His nose was actually bleeding, the drips falling to the floor unnoticed by him.
“I’m sorry,” I said.“I didn’t mean to hit you.It was reflex.”
He didn’t look at me.Instead, he focused on carefully moving my fingers.
“Any pain?”he asked as he worked.
“Yeah.I hit your face, Bennett.Of course, it hurt.But nothing’s broken if that’s what you’re asking.You’re bleeding, by the way.”
He stopped moving my fingers and just stared at my hand for a long moment.I grabbed the hand towel and held it to his nose.He took it over after a second and straightened.
“Who were you talking to?”he asked.
“A friend.”
“I didn’t know you had friends.”
The comment made me want to punch him again.
“Yeah, thanks for poking where it hurts.Did you need something other than to invade what little privacy I have?”
