Andrei is sitting on one of the ottomans in the living room, feigning casual indifference, but there’s a strange look on his face, and his body language is tense. I feel a different kind of tug towards him that I still don't understand. Seeming to notice it as well, he looks in our direction, and we make eye contact for only a moment before he quickly bolts from the room, leaving me feeling like I did something wrong. Werewolves are weird.
Roman is still leading me through their home while my thoughts wander to all I’ve learned today. We reach the door to the roof, and my excitement returns.
“You seemed to really enjoy it up here the other night, so I added a few things,” he tells me almost sheepishly. I’ve never seen such a giant, gorgeous man look bashful, but I kind of love it.
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