~Nicole~
It’s Sunday.
Thanksgiving day, three days before the full moon… and honestly I don't know what is happening to me but it's getting worse.
And here I was, sitting across from Fredrick in a cozy coffee shop, pretending to listen while my whole body felt like it was burning from the inside out.
He’s been talking for minutes.
I didn’t hear a single word.
Because all I could think about…is biting into his neck.
My thighs squeezed together under the table as a hot wave rolled through me.
I wiped my forehead….why do I feel feverish?
“You’re sweating,” he said softly, leaning closer to dab my face with his handkerchief.
His scent hit me hard.
Oh God.
“Sorry,” I breathed. “I just don’t…Isn’t the AC on?” I glanced around. Everyone else looked normal.
“You sure you’re okay?”
