Forgotten Promises

Selena's POV

“Do werewolves have healing powers?” I asked, and Dominic's hand shot forward, covering my mouth.

“Can you talk any more loudly?” he said, eyeing me.

I had gone to the café where I ran into him earlier—something told me he would be there.

And that something was damn right.

“Why would you assume that I have anything to do with it?” he asked, and I looked around the café, surprised to see that it was really full. The scent of caffeine and pastries wafted through the air.

“You are not human. If anything odd happens, then it has to be you,” I told him, and he rolled his eyes.

“And if it's not?”

“Then I'm fucking crazy,” I whispered fiercely, and his eyes widened in amusement.

“Woah, I didn't know you knew how to swear.”

I shrugged.

“This is how serious I am. Please tell me you did have a hand in making my injuries disappear from the end of the world.”

He stared at me as if studying me.

I waited, not sure what he was thinking about.

“If you win the elections tomorrow, I'll tell you.”

I rolled my eyes. “You really don't want to tell me, do you?”

“You don't think you would win? Shame, I even got Cherry out of the way for you.”

I narrowed my eyes on him.

“I knew it. You didn't hurt her, did you?” I was a little worried. There was no telling what Dominic could do—even I didn't trust those grey eyes.

“Why do you care? She hurt you.”

“It doesn't matter. You didn't hurt her, right?” I asked, and he exhaled.

“I didn't.”

I wanted to ask how he made her quit, but then that feeling was returning again.

The tension and the heat I felt around him—I’d forgotten it in a moment, still marveled at how fast I had healed.

“You have to win though,” he said, and I looked up at him.

“Why?”

“Did you know that the student rep has to be available for most hockey practices to take stats? And most games too.”

“What?” Was he bluffing, or was there something I missed?

“Why do you think Cherry’s so obsessed about it?” he asked me, and I shook my head.

“I didn’t know that,” I said, and then paused.

“Wait, why would you want me to attend your games?” I asked, and I could see a hint of a smile around his eyes.

A devilish smile.

“Remember, I told you. I have to keep my eyes on you.”

Something about the way he said it made me remember the nearness of his body the other day at the locker room.

“I told you I didn’t need your eyes.”

“If I didn’t get you out of the toilet today, you wouldn’t be sitting here,” he said with a slight frown.

Okay. That I was grateful for.

“Come on,” he said and stood up. I looked up at him.

“Where?”

“Peterson will soon be done at the back end and would want me to help recycle. I’m trying to escape that.” He said, and I rolled my eyes but followed after him.

It was surprising how just his small act of kindness had made us have a whole conversation without fighting.

“Where do you live?” I asked him, wanting to continue the conversation. I noticed how much I liked the sound of his voice.

“Why? You’re not thinking of anything dirty, are you?” He turned to look at me as we walked down the street.

I scoffed.

“My bad,” I said, but I couldn’t hide my smile.

“Don’t smile like that,” he said, and I raised my brow at him.

“Why?”

“It’s a smile like that that gives Caleb hope that he has a shot with you.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but then closed it.

“You’re pretty,” he said, and I almost stumbled on my step.

“Wow, that’s random,” I managed to say, and he chuckled.

“But you are.”

“Is that why you kissed me?” I asked him and wished I didn’t when he stopped and turned to me.

“You feel familiar,” he said after a moment.

“You really don’t remember telling me you’re a werewolf?” I asked him, staring into his beautiful face.

He sighed out and shook his head.

“I wouldn’t tell anyone that,” he said.

“But you told me.”

“Why?”

“You said we were… well, we used to know each other and you forget some things,” I said, but the look of confusion on his face killed the little hope that had been forming in my chest.

Did he really not remember me?

“You’re not kidding when you said I really told you?” he asked, uncertain.

I nodded.

“And you’re not kidding when you said you don’t remember me?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Something doesn’t feel right,” I said, and he stared at me.

“What?” I asked, and he stepped closer. My breath hitched, and I moved backwards. He held my wrist to stop me from moving back.

“I really want to kiss you right now for some reason.”

I felt my heart pounding hard against my chest, and I swallowed, blinking rapidly.

“This has nothing to do with our conversation.”

“I know.” His voice was lower now, and I had said I loved hearing him speak well. This was just delicious.

Too bad. I wasn’t just about to let him kiss me, even if some part of me relished it.

“Well… you can’t,” I said, and he raised a brow.

“Why?”

“We are out in public…” I blurted out, at a loss for what to say.

“You’d let me if we weren’t? I’ll make sure to remember that tomorrow.”

What?

“That’s not what I meant,” I half yelled and shoved his hand away.

I heard him chuckle.

“I’m pretty sure that’s what you meant,” he said, and I shook my head and started walking away—away from his beautiful face that threatened to make me do crazy things.

“See you tomorrow, Lena,” he was laughing as he spoke behind me.