How I Fell In Love With A Werewolf : A Werewolf Novel

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I couldn't believe it. Why would he do such a thing? My head started throbbing. I winced at the pain. I put my hand on my head, right when I touched it I knew my head was bleeding.
"Eliza." Elijah opened the driver's side door.
"Hmm." I looked over at him.
His eyes scanned my head.
"I should've never let him around you." Elijah clenched his jaw shut.
"Don't blame yourself." I mumbled. "It's my fault for trusting him."
  Pain rushed through my head before everything went black. The next thing I knew I was waking in a room that wasn't mine. I looked around the room. There wasn't much color to it. The bed made someone want to sink into it. The covered make you wanna wrap yourself up like a burrito. I turned on my side going back to sleep. When I did I added too much pressure on my wound. I groaned in pain sitting up. The door swung open and Elijah came rushing over to me.
  "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.
  "Hmm." I nodded, lying.
  He smiled reaching his hand for my wound. He got a good look at it. His gentle touch made my heart flutter. His eyes softened the more he looked at it.
  "You scared me." He said. "Went you passed out-" He paused. "I never wanna feel like that again."
  "I'm sorry." I mumbled.
  "Your dad called you." He said. "I told him what happened and that you were safe."
  "My brother is here isn't he." I asked.
  "Yup, he's downstairs sleeping on the couch." Elijah laughed.
  "Your dad kept asking me questions. I thought I would never get off the phone with him." Elijah laughed.
"Sounds about right." I smiled.
My stomach rumble letting me knew it needed food.
"Uh." I looked at Elijah.
"I heard." He laughed standing up. "Come on."
  I sat at the island table while he cooked something to eat. Something about him cooking in the kitchen turned me on. I chewed my bottom lip watching him. The way his muscles flexed from cutting vegetables to sweat running down his face from the heat of the stove. I paid attention to every detail.
  "Keep staring at me like that and I just might act up." Elijah arched his brow.
  "Ah." I cleared my throat looking away for a quick second.
  He placed the plate in front of me with a cold cup of water. My stomach rumbled once more before I dug in. The food didn't stay on the plate very long.
  "Someone was hungry." He commented.
  My face heated up with embarrassment.
  "Don't be embarrassed." He said. "I like seeing you eat."
  "Weirdo." I laughed.
  "Nothing wrong with a male seeing his girl eating healthy." He smirked.
  My heartbeat picked up and I knew he could tell. He moved closer to me taking my hand and placing it where his heart is.
  "You do this to me every time you laugh, smile, the way you look at me with those doe-eyes of your." He moved my hand to his lips.
  His lips pressed lightly to the knuckles. The butterflies were unleashed at that moment.
  I think I might love him.
  "What's going on here." My brother walked in.