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"You make me feel different." I admitted embarrassedly. I have never felt so vulnerable before.
He took my hand in his sending sparks down my body and looked at me softly. "How do you feel different?" His eyes, they were full of love and u...
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I was agitated. After my restless night my mood wasn't one to be seen. I kept on turning in the bed, trying to have a little bit of rest but it seems as if I have become enemy with sleep and my nightly demons have become friendly with dreams.
Last night after I got annoyed from turning around in my bed I went to my office to get my work done for a few days. Seeing as I have already taken many leaves since I joined the university, the dean is not very happy with my behavior. I have to make sure I am not absent from now on.
Well, it's not like I am free all the time. I have a multi-dollar business to run so it's obvious I will take leave often but I can make sure that the dean is quite about this.
Feeling hungry, I went to my kitchen to look for breakfast to eat. I opened my fridge to see it empty. Frowning I opened my cabinet to see them empty too. I marched towards the pantry and threw the door open. It was empty too.
Frustrated, I started cursing William and his large stomach. Taking a deep breath I put on an outer on my crop top and sweatpants. I took my BMW's keys and took my car to eat breakfast out.
I reached the city in few minutes and looked around for any restaurant or diner. I found a small, fancy restaurant near the city centre surrounded by trees and expensive stores.
I searched the ratings up on Google to see its got good. Perfect for me. I parked my car in the lot and went towards it locking it. I opened the main door and immediately the smell of pancakes, bacon and waffle reached me.
I found a rather interesting smell accompanied by the food. A distinctive one, one that I can find amidst thousands.
Elijah's smell.
I looked around the small space to find him already looking at me with an impassive expression.
I felt my sternum beating more rapidly than usual. This feeling, this expression is not foreign to me. But what differentiates the current situation is the man I have feelings for.
Denying my feelings is an indirect admission of my desires. Only a fool would choose denial over clarity. But accepting them doesn't refer to acting on them.
I took a table near the window, adjacent to his table with his other pack mates. I was out of earshot for a werewolf but within the range for a lycan. I opened the menu and ordered bacon and pancakes with cappuccino to the awaiting waitress.
I leaned backed and looked out the window but my attention was on the ongoing argument between Elijah and the redhead beta.
"She is my mate Xavier. If I want her to join our table then she would. I don't care about what you think.'' Elijah growled out.
