A week has passed since Sierra and I hung out together that one night. Ever since then, we've slowly started to fall in love, I guess you could say... sneaking around behind the pack's backs. It isn't ideal but they can't know, not yet at least. However, I do feel a little guilty about that.
"Hey, S, can I come in and get my brush?" I ask at the other side of the bathroom door. Yeah, I don't need my brush. But it's a great excuse, right?
Steam creeps from the cracks in the door, sliding its back up the door and dissipating into the fresh, crisp air blowing from the vents carved into the hardwood floor.
"Sure, just give me a sec to get in the shower." She replies.
After a few minutes, she gives me the okay to come in. I walk in and shut the door behind me. Steam fills the air. The shower is running as hot as it can be.
She smirks, sitting on top of the sink with an extremely short dress hugging her curves. She curls her finger at me, giving me a lustful look. A smirk spreads across her face, the corners of her plump lips curl upwards. I smirk and whisper,
"I've been thinking about you a lot lately."
I walk up to her and gently kiss her.
"Is that okay?" I mumble into her ear.
She nods, curls her well manicured fingers around the bottom of my shirt, and bites her bottom lip. She pulls my shirt up over my barely-there six pack. I pull it off and smile between our lips. As we kiss, she drags her acrylic nails down my back.
I move her spaghetti straps from her dress, slowly pushing them off her shoulders. I leave a trail of sloppy kisses and hickeys down her neck and collarbones. Her lips slowly part, sucking in a shallow breath. If the guys find out, we are screwed.
Megan's clicks from her heels approach the door. Sierra lets a low breath and looks down at her dress. I look at the counter and grab my toothbrush, I need an excuse as to why I'm in here. Sierra allows her dress to fall down her curves and quickly gets into the shower.
"Hey Sie," Megan begins, she slowly opens the door. Shit! "I was thinking maybe we could go to the mall when you're done?"
Megan sticks her head in the bathroom, her well manicured fingers curled around the bathroom door.
"Yeah that's fine, I'm almost done." Sierra replies, her smooth voice sounds from behind the shower curtain.
Beads of water beat against her skin vibrating against each cell. Music to my ears.
"What are you doing in here?" Megan asks me.
I look to my left, spot my green toothbrush sitting among the other toothbrushes in the holder, hold it up, and reply,
"Dental hygiene is very important..."
"Umm... yeah, I guess you're right," She replies. She furrows her brow, rolls her deep blue eyes, and shakes her head. "So if you aren't doing anything later, maybe we could do something?" She asks with a wink.
"I'll pass." I scoff and roll my eyes.
She smirks and places her warm palm on my chest. I shake my head and shoo her away. Begone thot!
"You're no fun, you'll come around eventually." She pouts, flips me off, and then proceeds to walk out of the room. Her heels clicking echoes down the hallway.
Later on; the guys go back to playing Kingdom Hearts, Megan and Sierra went to the mall, and Kylie fell asleep on Kyle. I on the other hand, avoid all of them and stay up in my room drinking tequila.

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A Wolf's Tale
WerewolfJacob Greyson, 20, is a gentleman and party guy by day and a supposed "cold blooded killer" by night. Oh, but don't worry, he doesn't kill people! However, in his girlfriend's eyes, he could kill people and that scares the hell out of her. Hey, bein...