Chapter 12
Lydia was sitting on the counter top, phone in hand, when Isaac finally came down from his shower. His damp hair curled around his ears and left droplets of water on the soft grey collar of his t-shirt. He’d spent his shower purposefully not thinking about Lydia and the almost-kiss they’d nearly shared in bed. His body hummed to life when his eyes landed on her, dressed for the day, her hair pulled up into a bouncy ponytail that hung between her shoulder blades. Forcing the unwanted feelings down, the werewolf braced himself and headed into the kitchen, hoping the smile on his face didn’t look tight and uncomfortable.
“Anything interesting on there?” he asked slowly, heading for the fridge. He could feel her eyes on the back of his neck as he pretended interest in the contents of their fridge. Seemed like their future selves wanted it well stocked before they screwed their past lives over. Just when Isaac was getting uncomfortable, thinking Lydia was going to start ignoring him, she shifted on the counter and answered him.
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