It stings slightly, yet I welcome the hint of pain. It only results in drawing my wolf to the forefront of my mind.
I’m unable to pull away from whatever the fuck this is. “You should tread carefully because I don’t forgive easily,” she whispers.
What has she done to me?
“If I wanted your forgiveness, I would be able to get it,” I reply confidently, even though she’s consuming me entirely.
She arches an eyebrow. “I highly doubt that.”
She blinks and takes a deep breath, and her eyes have now turned back to normal. She takes another deep, shuddering breath as she looks around, and we both take a step back.
Her eyes flick to my cheek, and they widen even more, if that’s even possible.
“I… I’m-”
I press my thumb against her lips. “Don’t apologise,” I say quietly. Her heart hammers, her cheeks heating before she steps back.
“I wasn’t going to!” she hisses.
“That’s a lie, but sure,” I remark, looking back at where I was working on my laptop.
“What are you doing awake?” she asks, picking up one of the pizza slices and biting into it. I glance at her, but she’s curiously looking towards the papers and book I have on the table in front of the sofa.
It’s dark over there… can she see? I know Ahren could…
“Just working on some texts I want to translate. It’s in Arabic,” I explain, walking over to the fridge. “Want a drink?”
Her heart rate spikes again, and I smirk. Regardless of whether it’s just in surprise, I like that I effect her.
“Sure, but I’m still annoyed,” she reminds me. I grab a milkshake for her and a Coke for myself and walk over to her, holding the milkshake out to her.
“Yeah, we established that earlier,” I reply mockingly, walking over to the sofa again. This is my chance to ask her. We’re actually having a conversation… even though maybe I’m just delaying her leaving when she looks that hot…
“So, how good are you in Arabic?”
She’s quiet, and I turn to see her staring at the milkshake bottle. “If you want something-”
“How did you know I like this? That I’d choose this?”
Maybe cause I just do, and I got them specifically for that reason.
“Good guess.” I shrug, sitting down. “So, Arabic?”
She frowns slightly before she walks over to me, my eyes raking over her killer legs. Now that’s a girl I wouldn’t mind having on my lap every day…
I sense her watching me, her cheeks a pretty red.
Did she see me checking her out?
“Are we doing this?” I ask, cocking a brow and picking up the book.
“Doing what?” she asks, her eyes widening.
I lean forward. “Translating. Unless, of course, you had something else in mind. Do share, I’m all ears.”
Opening Up
Sienna
