Twenty-One

Ashanti

The couch was my favorite spot to rest. Enjoying a comfortable sprawl with a blanket draped over me and legs tucked beneath, I busied myself with watching a crime drama series, captivated by the suspense and munching on my bowl of popcorn.

Harrison walked in, snatching a handful of popcorn and consuming it with amusement.

"Why on earth are you subjecting yourself to such an intense crime series? You know you're too gorgeous to fill your head with such dark stuff.”

I let out a soft chuckle. "Oh Harrison, you underestimate me. These shows are like a stroll for me."

Then I used a lower tone, "Compared to lycans, these crime stories are a cakewalk-”

“I don't even want to imagine,” he said while shutting his ears. “Anyway, there's a sports tournament happening just a few blocks away, and it's for a good cause. Apparently, a philanthropist is supporting orphaned kids. Wanna come?”

"Nope, not really feeling like going anywhere."

"Oh, come on, Ashanti." He tugged at my blanket, freei