“What about today?”
“It was me.”
“What was me?”
“The wolf.”
His eyes go wide for a second, but then they just look sad.
“You?” He whispers.
“Me.”
“But...why?”
“I went,” I tell him. “And I saw you there.”
He looked so handsome and confident and strong and I just...
“You saw me?” Now I scent a new emotion on him. Anger. He’s frustrated by me, and why shouldn’t he be? I basically stood him up. No. Not basically. I did. I did stand him up.
“I saw you.”
“Why?” He shakes his head.
“You’re out of my league,” I finally blurt out.
It sounds stupid to say it out loud. We’re both shifters, after all, but I’m...well, I’m a fucking bartender and he’s...
Well, just look at him.
Tall, dark, delicious.
Handsome.
Put-together.
“Talking with you was the most fun I’ve had maybe ever,” I tell him honestly. “You’re playful and fun and I’m...look, Robert, I’m no good for you.”
I’m damaged.
Broken.
He doesn’t need someone like me.
He growls and steps forward. I back up until I’m flat against the side of the building. My hands touch the cool bricks and my head rests against the wall as I look at him. He towers over me and he places his hands on either side of my head.
“Who told you that you’re not good enough?” He asks.
His eye are on mine, and even though I feel so uncomfortable and uneasy, and I want to wiggle away, I just can’t. I can’t look away. Instead, I keep looking right at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play games with me, little girl. Someone told you that you aren’t good enough, and I want to know who.”
“Everyone,” I whisper. “Everyone told me that.”
“Who? A lover? Many lovers?” He raises an eyebrow, but there’s no judgment there. He’s not mad at me. No, he just wants justice. He wants the truth.