Alerted by her scream, Craig turns around. His face turned from worry to annoyance when he saw the man standing behind her. A pair of large hands clamped down on her shoulders. He rubs the side of her neck with his thumbs slowly, raising the tiny hairs on her body and releasing the countless butterflies that have taken up residence on her lower belly. A sharp intake and exhales of hot breath breathe blowing at the top of her head. Dissipating the rush of cold air around them and the palpable burgeoning tension thickens the atmosphere. “Move away from her,” Craig demanded. His brows knitted closer to each other as he stepped forward. Challenging the other man with his stare. “What did I tell you, boy? Didn’t I clearly say to stay away from her?” Rachel’s back vibrated with his dangerous voice, threatening. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at Craig with a terrified expression. Not for herself but of what might he do to him. “Craig, please, go.” She uttered, her voice alm
However, as much as how many times she denies it. She definitely felt the pull he was so adamant about, and there’s no way that could ignore it. She “Rachie?” Dylan’s voice broke her out of trance. She blinked at him three times and pulled her hands away from him as if his touch was burning her. “I can manage to go on by myself.” She declared defiantly, her chin jutted in the air and her head tilted to one side to hide the spreading shade of pink on her cheeks. Rachel just hoped that there wasn’t enough light for him to see her face flushed. “Don't be ridiculous.” Dylan snickered, his brows furrowed in disapproval with her statement, “It’s dangerous for you to walk alone.” “I wouldn’t have to walk on my own if you didn’t threaten Craig.” She countered, her arms akimbo to her waist, and bit the inner side of her cheeks to keep herself from ogling over him. Like, how can she not? He’s damn hot with his baby blue polo with three of his buttons undone, teasing her with the curls of t
Rachel watches Dylan standing in faze outside his car, head lifted upwards. Her hand caressed over the flower petals wrapped with fancy paper and ribbon. She fought the smile that was threatening to spread it on her lips, and moved her gaze down to the flower arrangement she was cradling on her lap. It was beautiful. Dylan’s crestfallen reaction over what she said being an asshole was priceless. She could sit and watch it for the rest of the night. The way his mouth gaped astonishingly wide in response to her remarks, and the way his piercing glare penetrated beyond his car's window, was hilarious. After seeing that Dylan had already recovered from a daze, Rachel straightened her back on the passenger’s seat, clearing her face from any emotion and closed her eyes, and leaned on the window, pretending asleep as Dylan pulled the car door open. The car dipped a little as he climbed onto his seat, followed by a soft thud reverberating between them as he closed the door shut and fumbled
Caught by surprise, Rachel dropped the bouquet from her hands as Dylan wrapped his around her body as he pressed his back on the door, listening to anything strange, and readied himself if someone would suddenly come and attack them. Rachel tries to pull away from him and take his hands off from covering her mouth, glaring at him with confusion. “What...”“Keep your tone down.” Dylan silences her off. He could sense her fear began to emanate from her. Dylan could feel the loud pounding of her heart against his body. “What happened? Is something wrong?” She murmured ina very low tone, almost inaudible to his ears, complying with what he just instructed. He didn’t answer right away. He tilted his head closer to the door, pressing his ear on the hard surface. Waiting for the ominous feeling inside him to abate until it was finally gone. His wolf huffed, confirming that the presence was no longer there. Dylan let out a long sigh, shaking the feeling of foreboding away. “Nothing.” Ju
Realizing that he had stocked groceries for her, Dylan went to open the fridge, his thumb and index finger pinching his chin as he scanned its content and deliberated what he would have for a meal and cook for something for Rachel as well. That woman might be hungry as a pen-up lioness who hadn’t eaten for days. He saw her cook steak the other night and ate it with gusto. Dylan contemplated for a bit, reminiscing the aroma of the delicacy wafting in the air. He wasn’t a chef, but he could cook. He didn’t just live for hundreds of years for nothing. Knowing precisely what he needed to do, Dylan pulled out the ingredients of the meal he decided to cook and began preparing them. Not wanting to soil his shirt, he took it off and hung it on the rack, taking the black and yellow apron with cartoon characters printed on it in exchange and laced them on himself. He worked around her kitchen effectively, guaranteeing he hadn't left whatever would make the spot look grimy. Might as well he c
Dylan took the spoon from her bowl, scooped the soup, and blew in it. His breath mingled with the aroma of the chicken soup tickles on her nose. He then opens his mouth and puts the contents inside in a slow motion. Her throat bobs up and down as her eyes follow the way he chewed. She was gaping. “See? Let me tell you something. In time Rachie, you'll be swooning all over me even without the use of some voodoo enchantment.” He said with a lopsided grin, setting down the spoon he used on his mouth back to her bowl. Contaminating her soup with his saliva. Not that she minds. ‘Damn!’ Hence, Rachel doesn’t want to show him some sense of satisfaction, “Am I the one that fell asleep?” She sighs, nibbling her bottom lips in a sultry way, and leaned a bit closer to his face, their nose almost touching, and held his gaze, whispering softly, “because I think you are as yet drifting in your fantasies.” Dylan’s gaze dropped to her lips, his grin spread widely, and he pinched her chin, pulli
For some reason, Rachel felt that her cheeks warmed to what he told her, strangely flattered in quite ways. However, she pushed them at the back of her head and continued with her queries. “You mentioned something about your wolf. Is that another entity living inside you?” “He’s a part of my soul. He’s my alter-ego.” “Does it hurt when you transform?” “No, I’m used to it.” It was like they were in a talk show. Rachel is the host, while Dylan is the guest. She might not have noticed it, but his life now piques her interest, and unknowingly, she had pried out his personal life. “Do you have human friends?” “My family are all humans.” “You have a wife?” Rachel halted on her question after she fired out the last one. Her breath trapped in her lungs as she sat tight for his reply. She already hinted what he would be going to say, but a thought crossed her mind. Jealousy began to gnaw inside her if the anticipation she had would be proven wrong if Dylan would answer it with a yes.
Rachel woke up to the alarm of her phone. She stretches her hands first above her head and slides down the bed. She remembered her conversation with Dylan last night and wondered if he had gotten a good night’s sleep. Though she wanted to run outside her bed and check up on him, she decided to get herself ready first for her work before she went out. However, Dylan wasn’t already there. The couch he had a sleep on was cold, and no hint of anything that he was there. She frowned in confusion and went to check on the kitchen, but he wasn’t there as well. The gas stove was cold, and there was no indication that the place had been touched. He didn’t even get himself a coffee before he left. So, what was that last night? He just disappears without even saying anything to her. Not even a thank you for letting him stay the night. It kind of saddened her, confused and at the same time disappointed. She admits last night was kind of new to her. Slowly she’s gotten comfortable around him.