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But I liked her.
But I still hated her.
How was that even possible?
Hormones. I blamed the hormones Mom kept trying to teach me about while I kept skirting the conversation.
A quiet knock on my window drew me out of my thoughts. Which brother had locked themselves out now? Probably Sam. It was usually Sam. Though, he usually went through Declan’s room to get back in.
He’d go away.
Except he didn’t.
Another soft knock made me sit up with a frustrated huff. I went to let him in only to find Ginny instead.
I froze.
Genevieve Goodwin knelt on the balcony roof. Outside my window.
What the…
“What are you doing here?” I demanded in a hushed voice as I threw open the window. Wasn’t the daily school torture and weekly pack house torture enough for her?
But she smiled that wide smile that turned my knees to jelly. Yeah. Stupid hormones.
“Hi,” Ginny whispered.
“Hi,” I said back stupidly. “How’d you get here?”
There was no way Pastor Goodwin knew she was here.
“I ran here,” she replied. “I tied my shirt up and carried it, but I kind of drooled on it. My wolf isn’t very eloquent.”
“I don’t think most are.” She did what. I glanced behind her. Her naked legs were tucked under her, and her shirt was carefully placed. My gaze snapped right back to her face.
Nope. I wasn’t going to think about the fact that Genevieve Goodwin was naked on my balcony roof.
“What are you doing here?” I repeated, hearing the rasp in my voice. So much for not thinking about it. It was all I could think of.
“I forgot something today,” Ginny said. I opened my mouth to ask what, but she grabbed the front of my shirt and half pulled me out the window.
And then she kissed me.
I locked up like a deer in headlights at the feel of her soft mouth on mine. Even my wolf panicked inside me. I’d never kissed anyone before. My entire body exploded in a collision of sparking sensations I had no clue what to do with.
“Sorry,” she murmured as she pulled away. A faint blush dusted her cheeks as she looked away. I didn’t want her to stop. “I just—”
I took her face in my hands and kissed her again. I prayed to God it was at least halfway decent because I didn’t know what I was doing as my mouth moved gently across hers. Her hands braced on my chest.
Maybe it lasted an hour. Maybe it lasted only a moment. Who really knew? The only thing I was sure of when we separated was that she was the only girl I ever wanted to kiss. That conviction took hold of every fiber of my being.
“Good night, Killian.”
“Good night, Ginny,” I said, grinning like a fool. She returned the smile.
I watched while she shimmied her way off the balcony roof and across a tree branch. She dropped to the ground hard and vanished behind a tree. I leaned further out the window and waited until a dark wolf with wild fur stepped out from behind the tree with a shirt in her mouth. She looked up at me, and my smile turned downright stupid.
“Good night, Ginny.”
