Norman:
I looked around the room and sighed. I didn't know what had gotten over me. Even though she didn't stay here for long, she had left her scent behind. The room seemed so empty. I can't believe I was missing her annoying voice. When I lay down on the pillow, it was soaked in her scent. And I felt ashamed to admit it—she smelled so good.
I shook my head and sat up in bed, grabbing a book from the side table to focus on something else. I hated how my mind kept going back to thoughts of her.
"Remember, I hate her," I reminded myself—something I'd said in the early days of meeting her.
"Liar. You had a fucking boner just by seeing her naked."
That's why I preferred my wolf staying silent. He was inappropriate and never sided with me.
"Shut the fuck up!" I grunted at him, rolling my eyes. I walked over to the side table and grabbed the glass of wine I had poured for myself some minutes ago but hadn't taken a sip of.
