At The Waterfall

Scarlett's pov

I went numb in his arms. His eye colour seemed to shift between hazel and pitch black, as though his wolf was trying to take over. He pulled me closer to him and much to my surprise, his scent was captivating.

Not that I had any complaints. I inhaled, allowing his cinnamon and warm honey scent to invade my nerves. My mouth watered at the sight of his luscious lips and a desire to run my tongue over them arose in my heart.

Was that normal?

I gulped. For some reason, I couldn't push him away. I enjoyed being in his arms. He licked his lips and slowly let go of me, almost as though he was reluctant to do it. Even after he let me stand on my feet, I couldn't stop staring at him. So many things didn't make sense to me.

Why was I feeling all of these strange emotions towards him all of a sudden? My heart rate wouldn't slow down and I could only wish that my breathing was normal.

Pursing his lips, he shifted his weight on his feet. "I'm sorry. I… uh… was trying to help…"