11
GRAYSON
Although Dex is gone, his words seem to hang in the air around me.
Did you just talk about biting, little wolf?
I can’t believe it happened again. I’m sure I’m thinking something in my head. Only, I actually speak things aloud. And this isn’t me mentioning the name of a random book, either. I tell Dex I want to bite his shoulder. And he replies.
I want that, too.
Before I could ask more, Dex takes off into the woods. It takes me a full minute to process everything. Questions zing through my head.
How can one guy affect me so much?
Why would he call me little wolf?
And most importantly, how can I stop blabbing stuff out loud around Dex?
Eventually, I get myself back to some semblance of normal. These are all good questions, but they must wait for another day. Twelve set
