Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Great, but let’s watch a movie before we turn in—they have monster movie marathons every night on the Slash TV channel. Are you up for it?”
“Well…sure.” I shrug, defeated. It looks like I’m staying here tonight. I’ll have to text Branson and let him know.
“Okay, I’m going to change into my jammies so I can get comfortable,” Sunny tells me. “I’ll be right back.”
She disappears into the back of the house and I take the opportunity to let Branson know I won’t be seeing him until tomorrow. By the time I put my phone away, Sunny is back.
She’s wearing a silky white nightgown that falls to mid-thigh and a white silk robe that goes over it. I try really hard not to notice how her full breasts and tight nipples poke at the thin material or the way her short but shapely legs show under the lacy hem. Why does she have to be so fucking gorgeous when I’m pretending to be her brother and she’s completely off limits?
Sunny settles on the couch beside me and grabs for the remote. She flips to the channel she wants and it turns out to be a movie about werewolves, of all things.
Inwardly, I sigh—the human world almost never gets it right when they talk about my people. But this one is fairly accurate—only the males in the story have Wolves in them—that’s right, at least. They all Shift in the most gruesome, slow-motion way with lots of blood and guts, though—it’s not really like that, thank the Moon Goddess!
All the time we’re watching the movie, I’m watching Sunny. I’m still trying to figure out if she has any Were heritage or knows anything about the Were world. It’s hard to tell by her reaction—she gasps and gives cute little screams when the bad werewolves attack. At one point she grabs my arms in fright and I notice how cold her hands are.
“Hey, you’re freezing.” Gently, I capture her hands between my own. Leaning down, I breathe on her chilly fingers.
“Mmm, your hands are so warm!” She looks up at me with big eyes. God, she’s gorgeous! “I’m always cold at night,” she adds. “I love this house but it gets really drafty.”
Part of the problem is that she needs some new insulation and to fix some of the warped wood around her doors and windows. I could do that, whispers a little voice in my head. But not tonight—tonight she just needs to be warmed up.
“I run hot, like I said before,” I say. I’m still holding her hands in mine and somehow we’re looking into each other’s eyes, the werewolf movie forgotten.
“Could you…would you think it was weird if I asked to cuddle up to you?” Sunny murmurs. “I mean, I know we just met…”
“That’s not true,” I object. “We’ve been talking for two years—it’s just that this is the first time we’ve met in person. But it feels like I’ve known you forever, baby.”
Her eyes soften.
“It feels like that to me, too,” she admits.
“Come here.” I let go of her hands and hold out my arms to her. “Let me warm you up.”
Sunny hesitates for just a second, then scoots over to sit close so our thighs are touching. She lays her head against my chest and I wrap one arm around her shoulders and pull her even closer.
She makes a little sound like, “Oh!” and then melts against me. I can feel her soft breasts against my side and smell her warm, clean, feminine scent as she slides one arm around my waist and cuddles close.
From that point on, the movie is a loss. I can’t pay a spec of attention to it because I’m wholly focused on Sunny. She’s looking at the screen, so I can look at her without her catching me.
I find myself studying her features. Her thick black hair, loosed from its ponytail, spills over my chest like a glossy shawl and I have to stop myself from petting it—from petting her. My fingers itch to trail down from her shoulder and slide over her waist and hip, tracing her curves, but I resist the urge.
I still can’t figure out if she has any Were blood or not. Her scent is a mystery—one I desperately want to solve. I think I detect a note of feminine heat in it, but I must be mistaken. After all, she thinks I’m her big brother—there’s no way she’s attracted to me the same way I have to admit I’m attracted to her.
Of course, all this closeness and cuddling is bound to have an effect on me. I curse the fact that my jeans are too tight—they make it really obvious that I’m sporting a hard-on. I shift uneasily on the couch, wishing I could adjust myself. I feel like a fucking high school kid all over again—popping a boner the minute a pretty girl gets near me.