Novel & Cerita Fanfic Sherlock

he rasps. My name in that ragged voice does something awful to my insides. “You were having a nightmare,” I say. “I heard you through the wall.” His gaze skims over me, taking in the tank top, the bare legs, the jacket. The jacket. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. “You went through the closet.” “Congratulations, Sherlock,” I say. “You want to tell me why my clothes are hanging in your murder villa like trophies?” “And here I thought we were having a touching moment,” he says, voice rough. “You rushing to wake me, worried about my beauty sleep.”

I suddenly realized that he was staring at me and I swallowed nervously. “Is there something on my face?” I asked. He nodded and reached out a hand to touch my face. The light brush of his fingers on my cheek wasn't something I was prepared for and I was forced to inhale sharply at the sensation. “I'm sorry if I startled you,” he murmured with his eyes still firmly locked on my face. “You are not just a werewolf, are you?” I queried and was surprised to discover that I was slightly breathless. “No shit, Sherlock,” he murmured in an amused tone. “What a great discovery!”

"What else do you want, Sherlock? We almost destroyed Moonlight pack for you." Sherlock smirked. "Took you long enough to ask. There's one more thing that needs to be done." I arched a brow. "Which is?" His smile broadened. "Michael Donovan." Jeremy and I exchanged glances, confusion etched on our faces. Michael Donovan???