The Ugly Wolfling(Abandoned)

Ridge

I was dumbfounded. How had he found me? Why did he find me? Didn't he have a girlfriend yet? By how attractive he was I would be shocked if he didn't.

This was the first time I had actually seen my mates face. The thick jaw and pink lips worked flawlessly together on his slim face. Slim. The word stung when I used it. I looked like the Pillsbury dough girl next him.

His scent was suffocating. That only happens when a werewolf is experiencing a lot of emotions.

There was a cough behind him that he ignored. His eyes were locked on me as they explored my face.

I looked past him slightly and saw the writer standing awkwardly behind my mate, Hasan, as I remember his name.

I gave the writer an apologetic smile and rose from the table Hasan was at.

Hasan grabbed my arm. "Kynthia." He said it like a command.

I took my arm from him and extended it to the writer. "As you heard, I'm Kynthia."

The writer smiled and took my hand in a shake. "Ridge."

We sat at his table and began a conversation about what he was writing. It was a screen play for an action movie. It was an obvious damsel in distress movie and he made jokes about it and was very charming.

As I got more in the conversation I totally forgot about Hasan except for the smell of lavender. But even that was overshadowed by the strong smell of Ridge's cologne.

"Basically the girl gets taken, he kills a bunch of dudes, gets the girl back, a lot of explosions and they have sex on a beach." Ridge said with a smile. "I especially liked writing the last part."

I laughed and hit his shoulder. He smiled and caught my hand, bringing it to his chest. I gasped and looked into his eyes. "Ridge-"

I was cut off by Ridge's lips lightly brushing mine. I inhaled deeply and was still. He pressed his lips harder and squeezed my hand. His lips were nice, especially for my first kiss.