surprised you weren’t arrested. Maybe you should be more careful with your so-called werewolf activities.”
So-called? What was that supposed to mean? It’s not as if I did it for fun.
Before I had a chance to ask what she’d meant by the comment, she shushed me the second the show returned. Apparently my playtime with werewolves was far less interesting than Ghost Hunters . Oh well.
We watched in silence until the next commercial. Jennifer was mesmerized, and I knew better than to speak until another break.
“By the way, did you talk to your mom?” I asked.
She swallowed her bite and then said, “I did. She’s still in remission.”
“Oh, Jen, that’s great. I’m so glad. I can’t imagine the relief she must feel. And you too. Did you tell her I said hi?”
“I did. She wants us to come to dinner soon.”
“I’d love to. Did you talk to Todd?”
“I talked to him, but not about our relationship. I’m working up to it. I will, though, I promise.”
“You’ll work things out. I know you will.” The show returned and I lost her focus again. “I’m going to bed. It’s been a long day.” I stood and yawned.
“Goodnight.” She mumbled my sendoff with a mouth full of buttery treat and eyes intent on the program. At least the show distracted her from extracting details of a goodnight kiss. I glided into my favorite gown and slipped into bed with thoughts of Jack racing through my mind.
* * * *
Jack stood in my room. From the foot of my bed, he looked down at me and, without saying a word, moved closer to where I sat. My senses were on overload from watching him gaze at me with what I knew was longing.
Jack reached for my arms and then pulled me with him as he fell back onto my bed. He moved his face close to mine and began softly kissing me. Jack slid my gown over my head and immediately began gently caressing my body, mapping out the shape of my hip with his hand. I tugged at his clothes, yearning to feel his skin pressed against mine.
After I removed the shirt, I traced the outline of his chiseled abs with my finger and he moaned in approval. Just as he stood to remove his jeans, I jerked up in bed. It was the middle of the night, my legs were tangled in the sheets and my heart raced. I felt a bit confused. My dream had felt so real, and it saddened me to discover it was nothing more than a fantasy. It felt so lifelike I could still taste the sweet flavor of his mouth on mine. I wanted to hang on to every detail so I wouldn’t forget. The dream would be the closest thing I got to actual sex for no telling how long. I couldn’t just let it float away from my memory.
Probably a noise from the street below woke me, and I cursed under my breath at whoever made it. Needless to say, I tried to drift off again. I wanted to pick up where we’d left off, but no such luck. It always turned out that way. Just when I’d gotten to the good part.
The next morning, I reflected on my glorious dream and the previous evening. The date had turned out all right, I thought. In spite of the ripped-shirt, naked-woman calamity. Granted, that old lady gave me the evil eye all night, but other than that, things worked out fine. The werewolves hiding in the alley and then following me spooked me a bit. But what could I do? With no clue as to who they were, I wouldn’t know how to make them stop.
Jack hadn’t specifically asked me out again, but he had hinted. At least I read the signs as allusions to another date. I was almost afraid to agree to another outing, for fear of the curse taking over. It was a lot of fun with him and the thought of not having the opportunity to do that again was not a pleasurable one.
Without knocking, I slipped into Jennifer’s bedroom, thinking she was still asleep. I wanted to borrow her black wrap-dress. I’d already seen what it looked like with my Prada pumps. To my surprise, however, Jennifer wasn’t in her bed. In fact, she wasn’t even in the room. Her bed was
So-called? What was that supposed to mean? It’s not as if I did it for fun.
Before I had a chance to ask what she’d meant by the comment, she shushed me the second the show returned. Apparently my playtime with werewolves was far less interesting than Ghost Hunters . Oh well.
We watched in silence until the next commercial. Jennifer was mesmerized, and I knew better than to speak until another break.
“By the way, did you talk to your mom?” I asked.
She swallowed her bite and then said, “I did. She’s still in remission.”
“Oh, Jen, that’s great. I’m so glad. I can’t imagine the relief she must feel. And you too. Did you tell her I said hi?”
“I did. She wants us to come to dinner soon.”
“I’d love to. Did you talk to Todd?”
“I talked to him, but not about our relationship. I’m working up to it. I will, though, I promise.”
“You’ll work things out. I know you will.” The show returned and I lost her focus again. “I’m going to bed. It’s been a long day.” I stood and yawned.
“Goodnight.” She mumbled my sendoff with a mouth full of buttery treat and eyes intent on the program. At least the show distracted her from extracting details of a goodnight kiss. I glided into my favorite gown and slipped into bed with thoughts of Jack racing through my mind.
* * * *
Jack stood in my room. From the foot of my bed, he looked down at me and, without saying a word, moved closer to where I sat. My senses were on overload from watching him gaze at me with what I knew was longing.
Jack reached for my arms and then pulled me with him as he fell back onto my bed. He moved his face close to mine and began softly kissing me. Jack slid my gown over my head and immediately began gently caressing my body, mapping out the shape of my hip with his hand. I tugged at his clothes, yearning to feel his skin pressed against mine.
After I removed the shirt, I traced the outline of his chiseled abs with my finger and he moaned in approval. Just as he stood to remove his jeans, I jerked up in bed. It was the middle of the night, my legs were tangled in the sheets and my heart raced. I felt a bit confused. My dream had felt so real, and it saddened me to discover it was nothing more than a fantasy. It felt so lifelike I could still taste the sweet flavor of his mouth on mine. I wanted to hang on to every detail so I wouldn’t forget. The dream would be the closest thing I got to actual sex for no telling how long. I couldn’t just let it float away from my memory.
Probably a noise from the street below woke me, and I cursed under my breath at whoever made it. Needless to say, I tried to drift off again. I wanted to pick up where we’d left off, but no such luck. It always turned out that way. Just when I’d gotten to the good part.
The next morning, I reflected on my glorious dream and the previous evening. The date had turned out all right, I thought. In spite of the ripped-shirt, naked-woman calamity. Granted, that old lady gave me the evil eye all night, but other than that, things worked out fine. The werewolves hiding in the alley and then following me spooked me a bit. But what could I do? With no clue as to who they were, I wouldn’t know how to make them stop.
Jack hadn’t specifically asked me out again, but he had hinted. At least I read the signs as allusions to another date. I was almost afraid to agree to another outing, for fear of the curse taking over. It was a lot of fun with him and the thought of not having the opportunity to do that again was not a pleasurable one.
Without knocking, I slipped into Jennifer’s bedroom, thinking she was still asleep. I wanted to borrow her black wrap-dress. I’d already seen what it looked like with my Prada pumps. To my surprise, however, Jennifer wasn’t in her bed. In fact, she wasn’t even in the room. Her bed was
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