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He wanted me to shower Reed’s smell off of my body, according to Tea. We’d been together earlier, but his roommate had gotten out of class right after I got there, so we’d made plans to get together later that night instead. We usually slept together a couple times a week, but it depended on when his roommate was gone, because I’d never let him into my room before.
It was a weird thing I’d always insisted on; I just didn’t want him to start feeling at-home in my room, because I was worried he’d develop feelings for me if he did… and I would definitely never develop feelings for him.
He was good-looking, but kind of a dick, and definitely not the kind of guy I’d ever let my grandparents meet.
So we were temporary.
I couldn’t imagine ending things with him because of a wolf, though.
But the idea of his smell on my skin was… weird.
Really weird.
And I didn’t like that, at all.
Giving up on my staring contest with the wolf, I peeked around the townhouse. It wasn’t big; the downstairs was consumed by a decent-sized living room with a gigantic TV, and the kitchen. Up the stairs, I found two bedrooms and a bathroom. One of the bedrooms held a bed and a dresser, and was absolutely spotless. After seeing Reed’s dorm room, I was surprised there weren’t dirty clothes strewn everywhere or old food wrappers or anything.
But then again, Reed wasn’t a werewolf.
I’d definitely take the messy room over the creepy red eyes and fur.
And the snapping teeth—I shuddered just thinking about that.
The other bedroom looked like an office.
There was an L-shaped desk nestled in the corner against a window that looked out on the forest. The view was actually really beautiful, not that I wanted to admit it. A laptop was the only thing on the desk, and a big, comfortable-looking chair was nestled in right in front of it.
I wondered at the purpose of having such a big desk with only one thing on it, but then my mind flashed back to Ford.
Not wolf-Ford; human-Ford. The tall, ripped man with that gorgeous brown skin and the carefully-trimmed scruff…
Damn, was I drooling?
I could not think about human Ford.
Not if I wanted to retain my sanity in the house I’d been dragged to and all-but locked inside.
I noticed the wolf staring at me from the doorway of the office, and flipped him the bird just to show him that I still wasn’t happy with him.
Was it me, or did his wolfy lips lift in a slight grin?
Yeah, it was definitely me.
I was losing it, hard-core.
My attention flicked to a large bookshelf, and the nerd in me forced me to walk closer. I hadn’t had much time to read fiction since I started the fast-track nursing program I was attending, but I read a lot up until I started college.
Like the rest of Ford’s furniture, the shelf was modern and looked expensive, but gave away absolutely nothing about who he was as a person.
I recognized a few of the books on the bottom; all high-fantasy, and mostly ones I’d consider classics, like Eragon. But my eyes trailed up the shelves, and my lips turned downward.
He had multiple copies of the same books. Like two, three, or four of every single book. They were pretty thick books, and arranged neatly in rows by series.
And all of them were by one author:
L.F. Welsh.
I glanced over at the wolf in the doorway.
