I am hungry

"Aron's point of view,"

"Yes, Miss Grace, I have seen a lot of werewolf films. Tell me how those films relate to how you feel about me." I looked at her with interest.

I could tell from the way she stared at me that she would most certainly not be giving me any compliments.

"Aron, you remind me of those ravenous wolves that just pounced on a helpless deer to sate their appetite."

"Oh, so you believe that I am the ravenous wolf?"

This woman is really funny. Nobody has ever spoken to me like this in my entire life. Hearing the accusation makes me want to laugh aloud, but I restrain myself.

"Miss Grace, who is that naive deer?" I furrowed my brow.

"It's me, of course." In response, she shrugged back.

"Oh, so, according to you, you are very naive."

"Yes, I am."

There was a peculiar tingling sensation in my body as her confident gaze met mine.

No woman has ever looked into my eyes with such confidence. They always stared at me with an enticing gaze. Her glance, nonetheless, is diff