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Maybe he’s right. There’s too much between us to be friends.
That’s what I want. Isn’t it? Anything more than that and I’m left with a broken heart because Nick Miller doesn’t fall in love.
I wipe my cold cheeks. Wiping away the hot tears and swallowing the lump that formed in my throat to stop the sobs that want to come out. There is no crying over Nick Miller.
When Nick Miller says, he doesn’t want to be friends, then… Well then, that’s it.
Alex is already sleeping on my bed.
I gave him my room to stay in and took the couch for myself. Instead of waking him, I curl under the blankets I put out earlier in just my underwear and shirt. It’ll be too uncomfortable to sleep in jeans. I take off the rest of the layers I piled on tonight to keep warm at the rink.
Nick didn’t take his jacket back. It’s a fleece zip-up with the Hockey team’s logo of a cartoon husky that looks more like a wolf on the front.
Without much thought and probably delirium from lack of sleep, I bring his jacket to my chest and curl up under the blankets, feeling the warmth of it and taking in Nick’s scent.
I don’t know what it is. It just smells manly and a breeze off the nearby mountain tops during the start of fall.
It’s the same fall scent I love at the start of a new school year.
I spring up hearing a knock at the door after closing my eyes for one second. Another knock, and I’m up trying to peer out at the dark porch. It’s too dark to see, but when I open the door the light from the full moon shines on Nick’s face.
He’s out of breath, holding himself up with two hands on the door frame. He looks me up and down and with a lick of his lips, he pounces.
Pressing my body to his, he takes my lips and my chin, down to my neck. Lifting me up, he starts towards the stairs, but I direct him to the couch where I’m sleeping. He sits back with me straddling him, and his long fingers push my panties to the side to find my clit. I grind against his hand and somehow my shirt is off and my breast is in his mouth.
“Lenora.” He moans my name like silk falling off his lips.
I pull back and wrap both my hands on either side of his face to look at me.
“Nick, I think I’m falling in love with you,” I tell him, knowing the second the words fall from my lips they’re completely true.
I’m in love with Nick Miller. It’s more than an infatuation or obsession. I feel it.
I miss him when he’s not near me. He’s the first person I think of when I wake up and before I go to sleep. He’s the only one that gives me the strength and confidence to be myself.
I love him.
He smirks and then it melts away as the short scruff around his chin grows long and thick. Hair, or more like fur, is growing out and covering every inch of his face, leaving just his intense gray eyes. He bares his sharp teeth as his eyes glow to a purple hue, and I feel a sharp pain in my back as his claws dig into me.
I bolt upright. Breathing heavily from my dream. The living room is dark, and I’m alone still clutching Nick’s jacket in my hands. The spring in the old couch is digging into my back and the porch swing is knocking on the railing outside from the wind.
It was just a dream.
Nick is not a werewolf.
And I am not in love with him.
Fuck.
After hours of lying awake being too frightened to go back to sleep, and a cold shower to wake me up, Alex and I head out to grab breakfast and coffee at the quad on our way to the arena.
The quad’s small coffee stand is open seven days a week, the school is never quiet during the day. Students are always studying or training. Several are running the trails around campus taking advantage of the cool weather. Not too hot and not too cold.
I watch each one, keeping my eye out for one person in particular.
Greg and Luca come jogging over to us as we make our way towards the arena. I look back, but no sign of Nick.
Did he change his mind after our conversation? Is he not coming? Fear starts to grip at my sides and my stomach turns to knots.
