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her.
         He shot upstairs to his room and dressed quickly.  He had to check on her.  Right now.
         He breathed a sigh of relief when he was able to see that she was sound asleep in her bed and his heart started beating again.
         He didn’t fail to notice that she was wearing a skimpy nightgown and the covers had been pushed to the foot of the bed.  His ears picked up on her moaning softly to a dream he wished he had the privilege of knowing. 
         Feeling too much like a creepy pervert, he decided it was time to leave before his arousal was at full force. 
         Unfortunately, this curse also gave him a voracious sexual appetite.  He was glad he was strong enough not to give in to those lycanthropic impulses.  He didn’t want to end up hurting the woman of his interest. 
         And, Serenit ee was the one he had in his sights.  He knew what he would like to do to her.  He also knew he wasn’t going to do it.  She would end up disgusted at the sight of him.  He could barely stand to look at himself in the mirror at the thing he was.  How could Serenitee face herself if she knew she made love to a monster?  She was only a few years younger than he was.  She had a full life ahead of her.  He couldn’t be the one to stand in her way.  He’d ruin her for life. 
         He should just stay away but he had already offered to help her fix up the house.  He figured he was safe if he helped during the daylight hours and made sure that the dinner date wasn’t during a full moon. 
         Man, he loathed himself.  

Chapter Three
         Serenitee didn’t hear any whimpering for a week now, but decided to buy the dog food just in case.  She heaved the bag onto her porch.  
         But Serenitee got to see quite a bit of Trevor.  He had come over several times to lend a strong and capable hand.  When he loosened up, Serenitee found him to be hilarious with his jokes and just an all-around nice guy.  He shared some stories about his past and little things about himself.  His dad had died at fifty.  His mom left before that and he’s never seen or heard from her since.  She knew he didn’t like milk and salads of a green nature.  Even though he was from the South, he really didn’t care too much for country music.  He preferred music without lyrics the majority of the time. He always took great care of his plants, one in particular he called Acinitum. They were beautiful but toxic plants.  She wasn’t allowed to touch them without gloves.  She adored the bold palmate lobes and deep green leaves.  Given that they were natives of Britain and not indigenous to Alabama, Trevor had to pay extra special attention to them.  He definitely had a green thumb that she envied.  She didn’t have a good relationship with plants.  No matter what she did, they always ended up withering on her. 
         It was just odd that he cared for Monkshood.  It was part of the werewolf myth that these plants were used to ward off these creatures.  That, added with what she read in the Van Holden journal was enough to freak her out.  
         She chastised herself.  “Serenitee, you’ re reading way too much into this.  It’s a coincidence.”  She really shouldn’t let her imagination run away from her.  Besides, the plants really were gorgeous. And Trevor happened to like them.  No big deal.
         The days he came over to help, she would pretend not to notice the sultry stares Trevor pointed her way, mainly because she didn’t know what to do with them or if she should reciprocate.  His presence was a bit daunting.  She still wondered why he didn’t act on his feelings.  Maybe they’ve only known each other for a little over a week, but she knew he wanted to kiss her.  Would it be so bad if he did?  Would it be so bad if he did more than that? 
         Resting in bed that night, Serenitee wondered how many days could she sit idly by and not give