*Book 1 in the ProjectWolfBlood series*
Nora Miller never expected one literal bump in the so-called 'haunted' forest would lead to a absolute, life changing event. Why would she?
She soon learns nothing is what she thought it was. What anyone tho...
"It's better already?" I incredulously ask, walking up to the table as I set the statue down.
He stands up as he sets the last object back where it belongs, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess it wasn't as bad as it seemed." He rubs the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at me.
Hmm.
He grabs the leather jacket off the back of the sofa, swiftly pulling it back on over his shoulders.
"I was actually about to leave. Sorry I woke you." He takes a hesitant step towards the door, looking uncertain.
A thought hits me.
"Did your memories return at all?" I hopefully ask, folding my arms behind my back as I lean forward.
He pauses a second, then slowly shakes his head in answer. Almost looking ashamed about it.
Dread replaces the hope in my chest, washing it out like a flash flood.
"Oh." I look down at the floor too, blowing a breath out through my mouth. I look back up as he takes another step towards the door.
"By hey, don't just rush off before breakfast." I shrug. "I'm not going back to bed, so we might as well have a bon voyage breakfast bash." I tell him, taking a step towards the kitchen.
More indecision flickers across his face, his jaw clamping shut as he looks between me and the door.
I look up slightly, a small smile on my lips. "I make a mean batch of waffles." I discreetly mumble, gently rocking back and forth on my heels.
He blows a breath out, glancing over at me. "Alright." He decides, his right arm going up to rub his left bicep.
Nervous habit?
Though I don't know why he's nervous. If anyone should be nervous, shouldn't it be me?
That would be logical. Complete stranger here.
My eyes widen. "Oh, but excuse me for a second while I go change. Don't run off now." I head towards the stairs. "I can't stand breakfast in my pajamas." I throw over my shoulder in explanation, working my way up the stairs.
Digging through my drawers once again, I pull out a simple white Cotten long sleeve v-neck shirt, and a pair of designer jeans.
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
Quickly throwing them on, I then lace up a pair of white sneakers on over white socks. Then I make a quick trip to the bathroom, completing my normal bathroom routine and ending with a small coating of makeup.
Never felt the need to go heavy or anything.
And what? I'm just finishing up while I'm up here.
I trot back down the stairs, feeling more presentable now that I'm dressed in suitable clothes.
