Emma
James frowns. Every time he frowns I know I will never learn what he is thinking about. It’s like this small gesture, the line that appears on his forehead is the only thing that betrays that he is thinking about something.
But I will also never learn what that thing is.
“Work?” James echoes the words, “You want to work?”
He says again as if the idea is so ridiculous.
“Yes. “ I say, trying to sound confident. “I can’t stay here all day.“
James is watching me. I feel… No. I don’t feel it, I know - because he is a wolf, James knows that I am nervous. He can smell all my emotions.
That’s what’s so f****d up about this, isn’t it…
“Why not?” James asks and I can feel my confusion is amusing him. But I won’t just shy away from any of this.
“Because I am not someone who sits a
