Suck Me Dry
He breathes me in, my skin covering in goosebumps, and he pushes himself off me, his eyes slowly returning to his normal color while I remain frozen in my seat.
My stomach churns and I pray to whatever entity is in charge among all those gods and goddesses at the moment to not make me throw up again.
“It was perfect,” I push out, my voice only coming out in a high-pitched whisper, embarrassingly nearly failing me. “Thank you so much for the lovely night.”
Opening the door, my eyes remain glued to his smug expression while I exit the vehicle backwards.
***
“Werewolves really are something else,” Gilda giggles, plopping a french fry into her mouth.
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