Falling for a Billionaire Werewolf

The attraction

Laura's POV

Over coffee, Bryce and I discovered a shared passion for architecture and design. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, like we'd known each other for years.

As we sipped our lattes, Bryce leaned in, his eyes sparkling. "I've always been fascinated by the intersection of form and function."

I nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! A well-designed space can transform lives."

Bryce smiled, his face lighting up. "You're an artist, Laura."

His words warmed me, making me feel seen.

We chatted for hours, lost in our own world. The café's bustle faded into the background as our connection grew stronger.

As the sun began to set, Bryce glanced at his watch. "I've monopolized your time. Would you like dinner?"

My heart skipped a beat. Was this a date?

"I'd love to," I replied, trying to sound casual.

Bryce's smile hinted at satisfaction.

We strolled to a nearby bistro, the evening air filled with possibility.

Over dinner, our conversation deepened. We shared stories, laughter, and dreams.

As the night drew to a close, Bryce walked me home, his hand brushing against mine.

"Thank you for tonight, Laura," he said, his voice low.

I smiled up at him. "Thank you, Bryce."

We stood outside my apartment, the tension between us palpable.

Bryce's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity.

Would he kiss me?

Without thinking, I stepped closer. "Would you like to come in?"

Bryce's eyes searched mine, then nodded.

As he entered, I felt a flutter.

We stood in the living room, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

Bryce's eyes never left mine.

"Laura," he whispered.

"Yes?"

He got closer, closing the space between us, I could feel his hot breath on my face.

"Laura," he whispered, his voice trembling with restraint.

I sensed the depth of his desire, the struggle to contain it.

His hands clenched into fists, as if fighting the urge to touch me.

"Laura, I..." Bryce trailed off, his breath hot against my skin.

Suddenly, he stepped back, putting distance between us.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice rough. "I need to go."

But I saw the hunger in his eyes, the longing.

"Bryce, wait," I said, reaching out.

He paused, his gaze burning with intensity.

"Don't," he growled, his voice now deeper and it made my panties even wetter.

"I won't," I whispered, my hand brushing his.

A shiver ran down my spine. I wanted this man, I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to moan his name.

Am I that easy? I said to myself.