If I Can Love You, Why Can't You? - A Werewolf Novel

If I Can Love You, Why Can't You? - Chp 9 [Vulnerable]

My fingers drummed along his forearm impatiently "I know you well enough. No matter what it is that you think makes you a monster silence it!" I ordered. "I know you. And you are not a monster, you're not a monster." I whispered.

Will tightened his hold and he inhaled sharply into my hair, goose bumps erupted all over my body as I repressed a shiver of pleasure. "I don't know what to say; sorry or thank you."

I closed my eyes, I felt brilliant. Happy. "You don't have to say anything." I whispered.

It was silence, pure silence; all that was audible was the steady breeze outside and the soft hum from the fridge from the kitchen. My thoughts had stopped racing and I was drifting, until something amazing happened. Will's hand moved to my hair and crawled and pulled through it. It probably sounded stupid but William Creed was playing with my hair! Instantly I felt dizzy and electrified, my body tingled and my heart sped. It was ridiculous, but I didn't care, it felt so good. Just from him touching my hair!

"I think I have an idea." He murmured softly tugging on a strand.

I smiled "What's that?" I whispered.

"Well instead of me presuming what you need most, I'll ask." My cheeks burned; I couldn't admit what I needed. "So what do you need? Want me to leave?"

My head instantly shot up and I stood up. He watched me; his face a mixture of confusement and worry.

"I need you" I began; I could tell my smile playing on my lips was relaxing him as a cool sensation ran down me. "I need you" I began again, those words a secret truth in itself, yet they were always going to be just that, a secret. "to teach me how to paint." My smile wide as I offered my hand for him.

He took it chuckling.

Standing up he wandered over to the wall. "First we need tape, to go around the edge so you don't get it everywhere. Painting within the lines."

I looked through the box in the corner full of all the gear I'd bought. "Can't we just use duck tape or something?" I asked bent over deep into the box.

"No." he said, I looked up smiling. "Duck tape would just peel the paint back off." He stated as if it was obvious.

I laughed "Of course, how silly of me." I said my hands on my hips, my sarcasm obvious. He watched me smiling his eyes glittering gorgeously.

Walking over he dug his hands into the box and pulled out the tape. "Here." He said. I blinked a couple of times.

Gathering myself I pointed to the wall. "Only that one." I said only wanting a feature wall.

He walked over to it and instantly he was cutting off strands of tape. As he worked I watched in fascination. Not of panting though, but at him. His loose blue jeans and black shirt fit him snug, but great snug. His hair was sticking up all over the place and his sin looked even darker against the white wall. He moved quickly but also with a graceful precision, scanning his movements I happened to notice a slower movement, whenever he'd reach up high his movements slowed down, cautiously almost warily.

Taking a couple steps forward I stood beside him, leaving distance trying to act casual. "So" I said looking at the wall as if it was what held my curiosity. "What did you do to your right shoulder?" Oh real subtle Tanze, you freaking fruit loop!

I could sense his swift and sharp glance my way. "Uh," he said as he became tangled into the tape, not watching what he was doing. "From that tree branch remember?" he asked sounding distracted.

"So when do I meet Colby?"

There was a pause; I looked over at him "Colby?"

I nodded smiling "Yeah, Colby."