I find myself standing outside the door of the guest room where she is staying at for a long-drawn-out moment, listening to her heart-beating, like a creep.
I know, I sound like a stalker but the sound of her heart beating is music to my ears.
It calms me.
The lovely sound of Seraphina heart-beating is my new favorite sound. Everything about Seraphina has become my favorite anything.
Especially, her eyes. They are my favorite colors.
I start to become slightly agitated when I realize that she is not aware of my presence. She’s a werewolf. She should be able to sniff me out.
Seraphina is so lost in her own thoughts she is not paying attention to her surroundings, which is a huge no, no.
I could be one of the many vampires inside of this house, who wants to cause her harm, and she wou
