Blood moon

Chapter 9. Seeing you again

Andrea Smith bit her lip thinking about whether to let Hunter in. Now she had a good relationship with her boss, Harley and was a little afraid of compromising her by dating a guy in a bar, but at the same time, she knew things wouldn't be serious with her boss, he wouldn't notice someone like her and when he got bored with what they had he would dump her and move on with his life. What did she have to lose by listening to his side of the story? He wondered, besides, even if she lied to him or didn't believe him, she could kick him out of her house.

—Pass Hunter, but if I don't believe you, you'll walk through the door— the girl warned him with a very tender gesture, he thought, at least she would give him a chance to explain himself. They walked together towards the kitchen, where she was heating up some pizza she had ordered earlier that day.

—Smells delicious— commented the young wolf, watching her movements. With each step, her shirt billowed over her hip tentatively, making him think about what was hidden under it.

—Does it smell? It is—answered Andrea with some humor, throwing him an amused glance, to the man who settled on his countertop, leaning his two elbows to have a better view of her on her could see the passion in his eyes, the girl could only pass saliva —Do you want some?— her voice came out a little breathy.

The werewolf could feel the desire in the air, and it pleased him that the girl was interested in him. He had never been in need of male company before, but that girl was certainly something he was dying to try. He wanted to be in her arms, to taste her skin, to use his tongue to traverse the paths that led to the wet area of her legs and force her to open them for him, to dive into her warm belly and have her suck all the juices out of him.

His temperature had risen in a rapid way, he was as anxious as his crotch friend who hoped to come out and play soon. The desire was clouding him so much that he couldn't even see properly. This woman had a great effect on his emotions. He didn't understand how she had been witched him.

—Do you want some? — Andrea repeated the question.

—The man's thick voice surprised her.

Andrea could feel that the air had changed completely. Not only did she feel warmer in her body, but she thought that the air had become charged with a s****l electricity. She remembered the first time she kissed him, the way their lips connected, the rhythm they had acquired, it was as if they had another kind of connection, something visceral that made her insides feel alive.

—Do you want chicken cheese or with pineapple? - Now it was her voice that seemed to get coarser.

—Chicken cheese— murmured the young wolf. He wanted to calm the desire he felt in his heart, because of that he would have to talk to her first, at least he would have to explain himself before moving on to another action. He said to himself, taking some courage, he took a deep breath —That night we met, there was an important family event and you, well, you were all I had in mind — Andrea's cheeks lit up like streetlights in the dark— the fact that I skipped the event, didn't mean that I didn't have consequences...—he couldn't think of a way to continue.

—Now will you tell me what? That you were held captive as punishment? Did they beat you up? — Andrea couldn't believe the seriousness with which he was looking at her. She tried to joke with absurd scenarios to get him to tell her the truth about what had happened.

She didn't know how accurate his statements had been. He gulped.

—Well, captive is a very harsh word— Hunter looked away ashamed of his weakness. If he were stronger or if he had fought with his father, he would not have had to go through such an embarrassment and I just had to find the words to explain the situation —I just had to stay at home, my father has a drinking problem...and it is a difficult subject to talk about— his tone expressed all the sincerity he could give her without exposing her more.

Andrea could understand how difficult it could be. Alcohol is a disease. Although people refused to understand it, when you lived with an alcoholic they had outbursts of anger, depressive episodes and in their most manic phases they spent everything they had, even what they didn't, in order to maintain the vice. When her mother had become ill it had been very difficult to talk about hospitals with her friends, many separated from her, judged her and questioned her decisions, wanted her to be selfish, but she simply could not leave her alone. She had taken a job so far away for health insurance, she wanted her mother to finally stay home so she could heal as much as possible, so, yes, she knew what it was like to have someone sick and not be able to talk about it with anyone.

—You don't have to say anything else— she informed him, trying to be understanding, placing two slices of pizza in front of him.

When their eyes met, he felt that something had changed between the two of them.

—Thank you— Hunter whispered sincerely, thinking that no one had ever done that for him before, normally they would want to harass him with questions, they would be looking for his money or his body.

—If you're having a bad time at home...you can stay a couple of nights— her voice sounded muffled —sometimes we needed a place to escape— the werewolf wished she hadn't had to go through the pain. He could feel the great burden that was on his back, he wanted to show her that he was strong enough to have any trouble from the two of them.

—Do you want us to be roomates? — I joked

—Don't get your hopes up, just try to help you—she tossed a packet of sauce in the direction of the boy, as she took a plate with two pieces of pineapple pizza, to walk towards the couch —Do you want to watch a movie or something? I had a long day at the office.

—Is your boss an i***t? — Hunter wanted to guess.

Andrea was biting the end of the sauce when she heard that and made a little mess, tearing it up more than necessary. No doubt she wasn't expecting him to say something like that.

—You don't know how much.