PARTY POOPER

Freya's POV:

My eyes darted away as I stared into space. I could feel my cheeks get hot and my palms sweaty.

“I-i don't know what you're talking about,” I muttered.

Duncan let out a chuckle that made me look a bit in his direction for just a split second.

What does he think of me? He clearly saw what I had done with Lucien the other day.

I wanted to tell him that I wasn't promiscuous, but the words refused to come out.

“If you say so,” he said.

I should have been relieved that he dropped it, but it didn't sit right with me. I pressed my hands against my knees to stay quiet.

It didn't work. “It's not what you're thinking.”

Duncan's eyes stayed on me as he played with his lips. I couldn't keep up anymore with the deafening silence and looked away.

“What do you think is going on in my head?” he asked and I froze.

His face was blank, so trying to figure out what he was thinking was useless.

“That I'm promiscuous,” I muttered in barely a whisper.

I looked away when his expression didn't change because I was sure he had heard. He is a werewolf after all.

“I know,” he said, and I whipped my head back at him.

His face seemed calm, but his brows were slightly pinched together. The tip of his thumb was sitting on his lips as he stared intensely.

I cleared my throat then asked, “What do you mean?”

My voice didn't sound like mine and that was enough to let me know how heated this conversation was going.

Was he feeling it though? It didn't seem like he was flirting?

My eyes swept across his body in a second, then back to his face.

I wasn't sure if he caught me this time.

Just when I was about to forget the conversation, Duncan said, “You're a virgin.”

I couldn't have sworn my heart stopped beating at the same time my eyes went wide.

The room felt smaller and I swallowed hard. I hadn't told anyone that yet…

“No,” I lied through my teeth and a smile appeared on his face.

I knew that was a stupid move.

“There's no need for the lies,” he said and my whole face went hot at that instant.

How did he figure it out?

“That's probably why Lucien wants to send you back before he loses it,” he said, but it seemed more like he was talking to himself.

My brows etched at the statement that caught my attention.

“What do you mean?”

The air in the room shifted, and this tension wasn't the serial one I felt earlier.

Duncan diverted his eyes and let out a sigh but didn't say a word.

“We don't want you stuck in our crazy world and exploiting you just to send you back would be wrong,” he said.

“Why is sleeping with me exploitation?” I blurted without thinking.

Duncan seemed to take a minute before he replied, “Because you're probably just attracted to us since you never get to see anyone else.”

I tilted my head, wondering which part of his statement I should focus on. It made sense to an extent, but I didn't fully agree with them.

Just like I had complained to him earlier, both of them know nothing about me and just love to assume.

“I'm not attracted to you,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

Duncan let out a scoff, then nodded. I couldn't help but feel insulted, so I let out my own scoff.

“I guess we will have to find another explanation for the reason you spread your legs for Lucien.”

His statement made my eyes go wide, and I let out a series of sounds I couldn't explain.

“That's not true. I didn't sleep with him,” I said on the top of my lungs.

Duncan gave me a weird look and then burst out laughing.

“I never said you did,” he said, still laughing.

I should have been mad, but he looked so attractive with the glint that appeared in his eyes.

“I simply said you spread your legs for him,” he continued, his left brow twitching with amusement.

The smile on his lips caught my attention for a while before I shook my head.

“He needed blood,” I still tried to defend myself.

“And your legs were the only option,” he replied almost immediately.

I watched him as I wondered if he was jealous or not. During our little argument, the space between us had closed to an extent.

That could be the only explanation behind why everywhere felt hotter, and I could feel his hands close to my neck.

“You're in my space,” I said to him, a little smile playing on my lips.

I loved this version of Duncan, and he seemed to enjoy being himself too.

He leaned further and I could suddenly feel his breath fanning against my face.

For a second, I didn't know what to do apart from staring and when I finally did, I didn't move.

The lights in my head alerted me loudly, but I couldn't stop staring at his lips.

“Why? Are you scared of falling more?”

That was supposed to make me shove him away. Instead, I shut my legs tighter to stop the pulsating feeling.

Duncan's eyes went low and when he looked back up, there was a smile tugging on his lips.

His hands behind my back softly touched my neck as if it was porcelain.

My heart froze but jumped loudly at the same time.

“What are you…

I trailed off having nothing more to say when he leaned closer with his lips brushing against mine.

I clenched my hands that were sitting on my laps and closed my eyes shut, oblivious to everything but his lips and scent.

“As much as I don't want to be a party popper, the party is over,” a familiar voice said and I snapped my eyes open.

Right behind Duncan, Lucien was standing with a dark expression that made me panic and dart my eyes to Duncan.

He gave me a little smile then leaned away with a sigh.

“You always pick the wrong time to intrude,” Duncan muttered.

I couldn't tell if he was just stirring up trouble, or if he just didn't see how pissed Lucien was.

“Freya.”

My back straightened, but I couldn't look at him. Everything felt strange, especially how calm he was.

“We're going home,” he said, and I whipped my head up in surprise.

What did he mean? Even Duncan was surprised.