Adrian found himself grinding his teeth. He shot a sideways look at Anna. What was wrong with him? He should ask her. But he was somewhat worried she'd tell him. Ā Adrian Prost could get any girl in this city to fall for him. Any girl but, this one. So he stood grinding his teeth. He could reach out and grab Anna, and kiss her. He could insist that she face this whole thing. But, Adrian wasn't, like that. He wouldn't force something like that. He could also just shrug and let her leave. But, he couldn't do that either.Ā
"Doesn't it get exhausting?" He asked her in a harsher tone than he had anticipated. Werewolves were known for jumping from one emotion to another. Adrian, however, could change emotions dramatically and instantaneously. "Living in your perfectly logical box were everything makes sense and is organized?" He said exasperated.Ā
"Maybe if you cared less about what others thought, you'd allow yourself to be yourself instead of bottling everything up all the time." he said quickly. Ā He could feel it slipping out before he could stop it. He wanted Anna so very badly. He wanted to love her and worship her, and all she was saying was no, no, no. "Its only a matter of time before you explode." He said then rolled his eyes. "I'm sure I'm not the only one that's given you that warning. Loosen up Hawthorn. God." Adrian was all hostility now, at her, and at himself. He knew he shouldn't say things like this, but he couldn't stop himself.Ā
"Go on then." He said with a shrug. "Go home, make your grand exit. Go read a book, or something delightfully PG. I'll just stay here sulk, and drink and ponder all the things we should be doing instead."Ā