I have never eaten an ice cream so fast in my life. I practically inhale it, all while carefully avoiding looking at Beau. When I finally finish, I dart off of the park bench. “I have to use the bathroom,” I say over my shoulder as I hustle to the back of the banana-split shaped buildings to the
My face burns with fresh embarrassment. No way he just announced that to the entire place? I wash my hands in a hurry, make sure my clothes aren’t too wrinkled, and then exit the tiny room. “I wasn’t doing anything!” I demand, loud enough that anyone who might have heard him before would now
Beau storms over to where Wyatt is standing. The confident bastard doesn’t once look back at me to make sure I listened to him. That’s his fault. He should have known I wasn’t going to stay put. “Something you want to say, Wyatt?” Beau asks. I come to stand beside him, and he sighs, long-suf
He’s not denying Wyatt’s words and it hurts. Beau looks at me and I see the truth of it in his eyes. He’s looking at me the same way he does the conquests he’s finished with. Like I’m nothing more than a bother. It’s such a switch from the rest of our evening that it snatches the breath righ
“What happened to you?” I ask on reflex, my own troubles pushed aside for now. There are dark, heavy bags under Neil’s eyes and his cheeks are harrow. He looks downright haggard, like he’s the one with a sickness, but he doesn’t seem to have any congestion. Maybe he was beat up or something, but
Neil lowers his head. “Feelings are difficult for us.” His frown deepens. “Even for me.” He sighs. “Maybe especially for me. We weren’t exactly raised to express ourselves.” “So learn,” I say. “It’s not hard to care about someone.” “No, it’s not,” he agrees. “But it is difficult to… admit it
Knowing werewolf hearing as I do now, I am positive if I scream bloody murder, all of the house will rush to me. It’s the middle of the night, I don’t want to scare Mia. But I’m scared. Neil looks like he’s about to die. I settle for a medium, and I scream, “Archer! Beau!! Steven!!” Neil and I w
I hold onto Beau as he drives the motorcycle up the side of the mountain once more. He’s driving as fast as before, but not quite as recklessly. Or maybe I’m just too numb. I don’t feel the same excitement as before, or the same fear. I’m only worried about Neil. Instead of descending down the oth