"It's finally on?" Dion said out loud, leaning in without thinking to glance at her phone.
Natalie sucked in a sharp breath when she lifted her head, and they were suddenly so close that all she had to do was tilt her chin slightly and their lips would meet.
The thought was so random and so sudden that it startled her. She nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Geez, so sorry," Dion apologized quickly, stepping back at once. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I was just excited, I didn't even think."
Natalie cleared her throat. "It's fine. It's not like you're a plague or something. I just don't like random touches, or touchy, grabby people."
"If you say so," Dion muttered, scratching his head awkwardly.
Meanwhile, the two werewolf guards watched them with open intrigue but said nothing. It was far too early to make any assumptions, though the awkward tension between the two humans was admittedly entertaining.
