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WESLEY POV I hastened to my truck as fast as I could. I needed to shift, but I couldn’t do that in town. It was necessary for me to get into the forest first. Then I could link Reid and ask him to come get the car so I could leave it on the shoulder. My emotions were all over the place. I didn’t know whether to scream or cry or laugh. The whole situation was too much for my Lycan to handle. Or me, if I was honest. As soon as I was far enough away from the town, I pulled over and called Reid, since I was still out of mindlinking range. “What’s up?” “I need you to come get my truck,” I grunted. “Okay,” he replied. “Where is it?” “I’ll leave my phone in it so you can find it with the GPS tracker.” “Got it. You okay?” “No,” I growled, and then I hung up. I threw my phone onto the passenger seat, then ripped my shirt over my head. Then I hopped out of the truck and ran into the trees before taking my pants off and leaving them in the dirt as I shifted into my Lycan. My claws dug i
HAVEN POV I stood in front of the mirror in the costume shop, staring at my reflection. Bolt after bolt after bolt of brightly colored fabrics and rack after rack of costumes surrounded me, but I fixated my eyes on the costume currently on my body. The bodice of the purple costume had a sweetheart neckline, with off the shoulder flutter sleeves adorned with flower petals. The petals also decorated the bodice, with rhinestones and flowers that started at the top of the neckline and met in the middle all the way down to the skirt. The skirt itself was a brilliant design — the fabric made to look like individual petals of a flower, starting in a deep purple near the bodice, and fading out to white at the edge, with more rhinestones scattered throughout. And glitter. There was glitter everywhere. “Ouch!” I cried out, breaking my concentration on myself. “You were doing it again,” Maya scolded. “Doing what again?” “Your port de bras. I told you to hold still, otherwise you’ll get ja
WESLEY POV After exchanging phone numbers with Shirley and Jack and getting her bag from Seb’s old beat up truck and many, many, many hugs, Haven and I settled ourselves into my big black truck and headed back into town towards Brewed Awakenings. Neither of us said anything as I drove to the cafe. I think she was still in shock from the whole thing. I was just happy that I seemed to be forgiven, and too afraid to say something to put me back in the wolf house. I gripped the steering wheel hard, trying to keep my focus on the road instead of letting it wander over to her. My Lycan kept trying to get me to look at her, and her jasmine scent filled up the cab fast, making him roll around on his back in my mind. She seemed much more relaxed than she had the day I showed up at her apartment. Her hands rested in her lap and she stared out the window as we drove through town. There was so much I wanted to ask her, so much I wanted to know, but I didn’t know where to even start, and I did
WESLEY POV We walked through the park, with Haven deep in thought as she continued to drink her latte. She had both of her hands wrapped around the cup to keep them warm, and I mentally kicked myself for not realizing that it was getting dark and therefore getting cooler outside. We stopped on the small wooden footbridge and she set her cup on the railing, folding her arms around herself as she leaned against it. “We can go back to your apartment if you’re cold,” I told her, setting my cup next to hers and reaching out to stroke her arm a little. “I’m fine,” she replied, and I nodded, but kept my hand on her. As she stood there, staring out at the stream that ran through the park, I waited for her to be ready to speak to me. I didn’t want to push her. I knew I was slowly gaining her trust, and I didn’t want to take any steps backwards. But my Lycan was on edge, sensing her distress and anxiety and mine as well. “Thank you,” she said out of the blue, breaking my Lycan from his ang
HAVEN POV Friday night could not arrive fast enough, and yet somehow it also arrived too quickly. After rehearsal, I rushed home to shower, knowing I would need as much time as possible for my curls to dry properly. I used my diffuser, though, which I usually avoided since it was so heavy and a pain in the ass to use. I kept my towel wrapped tightly around me as I stood in front of my closet, staring at my carefully organized clothes, sorted by style and color. They stared back at me, taunting me, playing on my insecurities. I pushed them down, though. He had asked me on a date. He wouldn’t have done that if he wasn’t interested. And our banter had been fun. And the connection between us had been clear. I pulled out a blue floral maxi dress with spaghetti straps and a slit up the leg, and a pair of white platform wedges, and then walked to my dresser. I hesitated for a moment, then grabbed a matching white lace bralette and panty set, blushing even though no one was there to see me
WESLEY POV Our food arrived, and I reluctantly released Haven’s hand so we could both eat. I almost wished I had sat next to her instead of across from her. I wanted to be as close to her as possible, as much as possible. But if I’d sat next to her, then I wouldn’t be able to look at her as much as I had been. Goddess, she was beautiful. The shy little girl from the photos she had sent me over those short months was long gone, and in her place was this gorgeous woman. A gorgeous woman who was slowly but surely working her way further into my heart with everything that she did and said. Even her little act of defiance of not dressing up all the way was adorable. And a bit of a turn on. I was so used to having everyone listen to me and follow my orders as I prepared to become alpha that it was refreshing to have someone who didn’t know or care to listen to me and be obedient. The conversation between us flowed with ease. She told me more than I ever thought I would know about ballet,
WESLEY POV I choked on my spit and glared at Reid, who was standing in a t-shirt and his boxers. In my kitchen. Holding a bag of Cheetos. “How does everyone keep breaking into my house?” I asked. Reid scoffed. “Please, I’ve had a key since your first week here.” “But you always knock when you come over.” “Yeah, but that’s cause I know you’re here,” he said with an eye roll. He lifted the Cheeto bag at me and said, “Glad to see you upped your snack game.” “Yeah, you can thank Maddie for that,” I grumbled. “Oh, I already did,” he laughed. I rubbed my forehead to hide my annoyance at finding him here after my date. My very successful date. “How’d you know that was the Sugar Plum Fairy music?” I asked, to avoid lashing out at him. “Really? We only watched The Nutcracker like… a bazillion times that Christmas. Not to mention all the times you listened to the music when you were writing Haven letters.” Reid chuckled and shook his head. “As if I could ever forget any of those tunes
HAVEN POV I had forgotten how crazy the week leading up to opening night could be. Last week was already rough, with early morning classes and rehearsals and last-minute things being added or moved or cut. But this week was even worse. Plus, with it being a brand new company in the area and our very first premiere, the stakes were just higher all around. Nevertheless, Wesley had found ways to spend time with me. Saturday was a bust, as I slept in after our date and we had rehearsal all day after that, but Sunday we had “brunch” together, and Tuesday, he picked me up after rehearsal and drove me the walkable distance to my apartment building on his way back home from work. But even though we were spending time together when we could, and even though we’d shared that mind-blowinglyamazing kiss on our date, neither of us had tried to kiss the other again. But I wanted to. Fuck, did I want to. Kissing Wesley was so different from kissing Lennox. Or any other guy I’d been with. With oth