I slowly stuck my hand out to him as he curled his fingers around mine, engulfing my smaller hand in his large one. I slowly retracted my hand as he smirked at me, "What's your name, sweetheart?," he asked me as I shyly smiled and tucked my black waves behind my ear. "Embry," I whispered while looking at our feet. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he said, while I scoffed, unbelieving. "Yeah right, me beautiful?," I asked while pointing at myself. He frowned and stepped closer to me, intimidating me to no end. "You may not see it, but I see it," he exclaimed confidently. I glanced around and pointed to the side of the room that had all of my boxes on the floor, "I'm just going to unpack my stuff, if that's all right?" I questioned as he stared at me with those deep blue eyes. "Yeah, that's fine," he said as he turned around and grabbed a towel from a shelve next to a door, which I assumed was the bathroom. …show more content…
I turned around and grabbed my first box labeled "Bed Stuff", I opened the box and took everything out and made my bed. My sheets were black and my comforter is camo and so are my pillowcases. I continued unpacking boxes and putting everything in its rightful place until all I had left was my clothes and toiletries, I had just opened the last of my boxes when the door opened. I turned around to see Grayson walk into the room with only a towel hanging low on his hips, leaving me to gawk at his bulging muscles. I cleared my throat as he looked my way and returned to unpacking, because I was so distracted by his body I didn't realize I had dumped my bra's and underwear all over my
“Well wouldn’t you look at someone weirdly if you had just saved someone from a demon?” he cleverly tossed back at me.
He turned to look at me and grinned down making me suddenly feel cold despite the heat.
“You can have it,” he says. I smiled, I was so excited! I never thought he would give it to me. “Really?!” I ask. He started to look through more of his old things and took out some things and put them off to the side and I also looked through those boxes.
"Oh?" I responded after a drawn out silence hoping that he mistook my blatant staring for something else. The smirk he sent my way however said he knew exactly what I was
"Sh, it's okay. Just put your head back on my shoulder" he said. He then took off his jacket, putting it on me.
I nodded and stepped forward to wrap my arms around her shoulders. She hugged me back.
The man, with a little smile, said, “Sure, she’s right in that room. The door is right in front. Over there.” He pointed to the door.
I gestured to room with a swoop of my arm, “I mean, look, the walls are white now.”
“Can I have one?” he said. I was confused, then I realized, he saw me take it.
"I'm sorry... I don't want you to think that I'm pervert... Can you forgive me, pretty?" He grinned, and I did as well.
"Yeah I mean no...well my part as usual I got jealous again." I felt Lysander hand grab my shoulder softly.
“Oh, well, that’s good to hear.” I pulled the parcel onto my lap and opened it. It was the fox’s turn to get curious as he placed his head into the opening.
"Look at what is in front of you... look closely." he gently pushed against her. She growled and her tail twitch in irritation, "I still see my own reflection, looking back at me! That is all!" she snarled.
She's pushing her way into his room, not giving him a chance to stop her. God, this girl is pushy but he loves her anyways. She's looking around his room and all of a sudden he's self conscious about how bare it is. Only a bed and a desk, it was obvious he never made himself at home. Why should he? He's a broken and dying man, there's no reason to call a place home if you won't stay there long. "So are you happy now?" He asks her, looking into her crimson eyes. They take his breath away every time. "You're always pushing me around all the time." He tells her, but she doesn't seem phased at all, keeping her smile on her face. "You're just gonna ignore what I want, huh?" Now she has a smirk on her face, a playful smirk.
“I’m fine, it’s okay.” I answer. It’s not. I’m not okay. I’ve been “released”, as General Tre would call it, on medical terms. No more army, no more fighting, no more justice. Normally I’d be happy, but under the circumstances given, it’s completely different.