I was balancing with my life — possibly hers.
And yet, I couldn't find myself to regret anything.
Not anymore.
Not after talking with her.
Not after truly tasting her.
"Hungry again?" she asked.
"What?"
"You were licking me."
"Uh…" Damn it, I really needed to stay focused. I moved away from her, enough to evade the temptation of her neck. "Sorry."
She glanced up at me through hooded eyes. "It's okay."
I growled.
She bit her lower lip.
And again, we were in the damn hallway. What was it about the hallway that destroyed every shred of sense I possessed?
"Ethan?" Mason called from the kitchen. "You going out?"
"Yeah…" I called, never taking my eyes from Genesis. "The bookstore."
"Get me berries!" he yelled. "We're out."
I shook my head, the spell broken. "Eat meat, for God's sakes, wolf."
"Berries," he repeated.
Genesis laughed softly.
"Damn berries." I led her to the door. "Shall we?"
"Should we ask him if he needs pinecones too?"
A pinecone flew by my head. "Clearly, he still has some left if he's using them as ammo."
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Genesis
"I'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE," I BLURTED when Ethan pulled up to a downtown book shop around fifteen minutes from his house. It was one of my favorites. It had the best scones in the world, and the coffee was well-known in the area. "It's called Wolf's."
"Funny, right?" Ethan smirked.
I rolled my eyes and got out of the car. Did that mean I'd met the owner before? The bookstore wasn't huge like a Barnes and Noble, but it was big enough that it had two levels and multiple employees.
The bell on the door chimed as Ethan opened it and ushered me in. The smell of books was so familiar my knees almost gave way.
"Ethan." A man who looked like he was around my age smiled in our direction and made his way toward us. He seemed younger than Mason even; he had the same shaggy hair and really dark brown eyes — almost black. "So this is… Genesis."
"Hi." I waved awkwardly, unsure of how I was supposed to address him since, technically, nobody knew what he was.