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before, but
I can’t help but keep looking at her, for as long as she lets me . . . “Got a pen?”

 
    I look down and realize she’s folded the paper, presumably
to write something, though I don’t know what for.  I try to hold the
remainder of papers in place, before reaching into my back pocket and letting
her take the pen.  She jots something down quick enough, then goes to hand
me back both items.  Once I reach for them, our fingertips connect just
for a moment, but as soon as they do, I feel a kind of electric shock happen.
 How quickly she pulls her own hand back, tells me she felt it, too.
 Though now she seems to have grown almost as sheepish as me.
 Almost.

 
    “I wrote down my
name and number.  Why don’t you call me when you get done with your appointment,
and you can take me out tonight.”

 
    She says it more as a statement, not a question, and I’m
not sure she knows what she means.  Maybe she hit her head when the car
collided with me.  Just in case she’s confused, I chuckle, nervously, “Take you where?”

 
    She puts her hands on her hips, and I can see just how
small her waist is under that denim jacket.  Worried she might notice the
drool that inevitably must be coming at any moment, I don’t speak again until
she responds, “A date, silly - seven
work for you?”

Why even give me her number then, if she plans on arranging this date here and
now?  But wait , is this really
happening ?  I feel more confused than ever, but who am I to say no
to her?  I merely nod my head, not wanting to argue against any reasoning
that is allowing her to spend more time with me.  She smiles, her white
teeth shining against the red lipstick.  Something inside me stirs a
little, and for some reason all I can think about, is how she’d look with that
same lipstick smeared on my skin.  

 
    Get a grip, I tell myself, but the way her scent wafts
passed me (as she finally moves out of the way for me to go), has got me
slightly lightheaded.  I kind of feel like following her around like a
lost puppy, though I have no idea why.  She climbs into her car, and looks
up at me from about my waist level.  The position of our bodies is giving
me obscene thoughts, and I’m glad when she suggests the local bar, so her
sister can drive off, before they notice the erection starting to strain my
jeans.

Chapter. 4
– Riley

 
    “ Gotta say, I never expected you to fall for a guy like
that.”

 
    “What’s that
supposed to mean ?, ” the tone of my voice sounds
almost vicious, like I’m daring my sister to try to say one mean thing about
Avery.  I feel strangely protective about him already, and we both know
what’s happening here . . . I couldn’t deny it, even if I wanted to.

 
    “You know what I
mean, relax,” she turns the corner, and heads to the fields nearby.  I
fight against looking back in hopes to catch another glimpse of him.
 Somehow, I managed to play it cool, but really on the inside, my wolf was
pushing against my skin.  For whatever reason, I felt drawn to him in a
way that I’ve never felt before.  I’ve been with a man or two, but it was
almost just to prove that I could enjoy sex - not that I wanted them in
particular.  But with Avery, I felt something almost carnal stirring
inside me, and the inner wolf who I rarely allow to the forefront, kept pushing
its fur under my skin, ready to jump him, too.  I could smell his own
hormones changing when he looked me up and down, and I had no problem letting
him enjoy the view, but I already want to get lost in his eyes, so I insisted
on having them look at me whenever possible.  

 
    It was then that I noticed how hard he was holding onto
his broken bag, and I couldn’t help but imagine those same hands clinging to me
at night . . . I never expected to be the swoon worthy type, but there I was,
feeling dizzy at the slightest touch between our fingers.  What would
happen if we did kiss, and touch, and have