Can't Love A Werewolf Without Getting Fleas

Can't Love A Werewolf Without Getting Fleas [19]

I stumbled into the shower. The hot water sobering me up before school.

But I was so tired, and I couldn’t fight with myself any longer.

How could I make this up to her?

*

SHAYLEE’S POV:

Blake drove me to school before he gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I blushed furiously.

I hadn’t even thought about it… but I knew sooner or later Blake would want to get more intimate. How intimate, I didn’t know. There was no way I was doing anything I wasn’t ready for. And let me tell you, I wasn’t ready for much.

I still hadn’t had my first kiss…

But did I want Blake to be the one to take it?

I opened my locker only to be shocked.

A beautiful purple iris was laid into my locker, along with a note.

I unfolded it.

They say the Iris is the flower of inspiration. I hope then, that it inspires you to enter the art show; your talent is far too good to go unnoticed.

I smiled despite myself. Well that was sweet. But who had given it to me?

It couldn’t have been Colton could it? I thought he was “ignoring” me.

No. It wasn’t. I immediately erased that thought from my mind.

Colton Sparks wasn’t the type of guy to do that. Never in a thousand years could I imagine him going out of his way to do this.

Though, I couldn’t bring myself to ask Blake about it. He’d for sure get mad if I mentioned it, and he hadn’t been the one to put it there.

Whoever it was, I couldn’t help but hold it up to my nose and take a deep breath.

I returned it to its place in my locker before I shut it and walked off… smiling.

*

Gym was… weird.

Football. One word, with a whole lot of meaning.

Like I could even run anyways. My teammates, who consisted of: Jarred, Lucy, Samantha, Brooke, Blake, Rachel, Todd, Eric, Andrew, and Violet, where already lined up without me, before I could even protest.

Meaning Colton, Leslie, Brian, and a bunch of other random people were lined up on the other team.

My job was to stand still and be a ‘passer’ by getting the ball passed to me, and then passing it to someone else right away. Blake made sure everyone knew I was not to run or hurt my leg, claiming he didn’t want to see me get injured again. But my best bet was he didn’t want to see me bleed out all over the place. There again, maybe a little of both, as he pulled me into him and awkwardly kissed my cheek, trailing the kisses down my jaw-line and neck, before walking away and stripping his shirt off.

I stood shell-shocked, and drooled like a fool (possibly affected by his light kisses). His body was sculpted and pumped with muscles.

My eyes unfortunately drew to Colton who peeled off his shirt as well, glaring at Blake with a fiery passion.

My eyes popped, knowing I was drooling a river and most likely drowning the whole world.

His body was tan, like I remembered from the first day I came here. I had seen him shirtless multiple times, but still couldn’t quite get over it. His shoulders were broad… which I liked in guy, and his muscles were evenly distributed and still damn fine. I couldn’t help but compare him and Blake. Both of them equally hot in their own way.