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Elian strode in, Kosey trailing behind him. Now, Elian has changed his outfit. He was now wearing tight-fitting pants that I thought were too tight for him. A black shirt that falls above his waist, secured with something like a belt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his one arm tattoo. His sideburns looked cleaner than before as well, same with the thin circle of beard circling his jaw.
I sat rooted in my seat, unable to move one bit as I simply stared at him.
"Bani, you're back already," Imani said.
"Yes. I spoke to the parliament."
I didn't realize when he had walked up to where I sat, not until he kneeled before me and turned my chair to face him completely.
"Are you okay?" He asked softly. His eyes staring intensely into mine. "Is there anything you need? Do you still feel sick?"
"No. N...nothing." I replied, trying very hard not to be lost in his eyes. The heat came back, engulfing every inch of my body. Elian wasn't even touching me, yet the heat in his eyes made me feel as though his fingers were pleasantly grazing my skin with a feather-light touch.
And, weirdly enough, I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to feel his fingers on her skin, the touch of his lips on mine. I wanted to... surrender to this seduction of my own senses.
A chuckle brought me out of my reverie. I figured it was Elian. He looked as confused as I felt and then more composed. Did he understand the crazy thoughts running through my head?
"Can I?" He asked, but I had no idea what he meant.
"Hum?"
"This," his thumb swept the corners of my lips before he pulled it back and sucked on it. "You had a bit of soup there."
I need mercy on my soul. Because that act, that simple act of him wiping off the corners of my lips and then sucking on the thumb was unnerving. It unnerved every bit of myself that I was keeping in check.
I craved his touch even more. Craved for his lips. I wanted him to...
Shut up, Anisa. Stop! That's enough! I chastised myself. This was not me. Something was wrong.
"Are you ready to meet the pack?"
"I... I'm not sure," I cleared my throat, wondering why it suddenly felt dry. "I think I am."
"I promise everything will be okay. You just have to trust me. Can you do that?"
Can I trust him? I don't know, but there was the pull, and I felt I could trust him because of that. Or maybe, I simply wanted to lean on that fact so I would not have to accept I was beginning to get used to his company.
"Do you trust me?" He asked again, stretching his hand towards me. I stared at his open palm for a while, before I finally placed my hand in his. His large hand engulfed my small hand, the warmth seeping through my whole body and causing sparks to flare all through my spine.
"Thank you for trusting me, Arwa."
I loved the name. It sent tingles all through me.
Somehow, as I stared into his eyes, I knew my stay with these werewolves was going to change me in some way.
One of those changes being how I already crave for Elian's touch so much.
So bad.
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