36 : Not Mine

ELIJAH

“Baby, which dress will look good on me?” Nixie asks for the tenth time, pointing at the dresses laid out on the hotel bed. I sigh in frustration and place a hand inside my pocket while scanning the different colored dresses. Somehow, I can’t picture which dress will look good on Nixie.

My wolf, Rolf, howls inside my mind, reminding me that it took me only a few seconds to figure out what dress would look good on Rena when I was at the store. I knew her body like the back of my hand. Every inch of her body, every dip, every curve has been explored by me.

“Elijah?” Nixie calls out to me, and I shift my attention towards her.

“Where did you get lost?” she asks, pouting. But then she smirks as if thinking of something mischievous. “Or is it your way of saying that I’ll look good in any dress I wear?”

I nod, letting her live in that delusion. She giggles. “Aw, then you could have just said so. It makes me feel good when you appreciate my beauty, you know?” She flutters her lashes a