Chapter 15

After walking through the house a little, we reach what I believe to be Bennet's bedroom. He told me to sit on his bed and wait. For some reason there are no chairs in this room.

Looking around, I see that most of his room is unadorned. There are some bookcases, and here and there are posters, but what catches my eye, is a tiny picture frame. In it is my picture. Looking at it, it seems to be a picture of last week. I remember wearing the red sweater I'm wearing in the picture. Grid must've taken this picture last week and sent it to Bennet.

Power of the twenty-first century. Capturing people when they look awful so that generations to come can mock me. Hurray!

I hear shuffling, and turn to see Bennet walk out of his walk-in closet. He's holding some clothes for me to change into. Seeing me he comes over. He rests his arms on my shoulders.

"You like it?" he asks, gesturing the picture frame. It's not my best picture. It shows me probably in the afternoon, seeing as how I have a sheen of sweat on my face. Also, my hair is in disarray. My sweater is falling down on one side, exposing my collarbone. Really, I'm a mess. Also, my mouth is open a little, making me look like a brain-dead goldfish.

"I look like an accident in the process of happening," I say.

Bennet turns me around, and puts a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"You are beautiful. I love the way you are. You are so perfect, I want to hold you all the time. If anything, I want to hold you now too. I want you to know that you're perfect. And don't ever say you look like an accident. Okay?" he says fiercely.

I look at him and nod. Smiling he lets me go and grabs the clothes on his bed.

"I didn't know what would fit, so I brought a variety of clothes," he says as he lays them out on the bed.

Looking through them, I pick one of his t-shirts, as well as a pair of joggers. They seem to be the only thing that can be adjusted or made to look like they fit on me.

I reach for the hem of my shirt I'm wearing and pull it off. As I pull it off over my head, I open my eyes and see Bennet ogling me. I'm not that much of a sight to see. I only have lean muscle, and my skin is really pale. He steps close, to which I step back until I'm against the wall. He breathes in my smell.

"Do I smell that good?" I ask.

I find it hard to believe that I smell that appetizing. Well, maybe I smell like roses, but you put that thing in your mouth and no dentist is fixing those teeth. No matter how many bags you take.

"More than you could ever know," Bennet replies.

He inches closer until his nose is touching my collarbone. He rubs his nose against it tickling me. I shiver. Pulling back, I see he's smiling.

"You smell absolutely delightful."

He turns to look at my wings. He reaches out with his hand.

"May I?" he asks.

I nod and turn so he can look at it better. He gently lays his hand on my right-wing. His rough hands tickle my wings as he rubs it along. I can't help but feel like I could get used to the feeling of him touching my wing. Spreading my wings out, I turn so my back faces him. He uses both hands to touch my wings.

"They're beautiful," Bennet whispers.

What about me? Anyways.

He caresses them so softly and gently, it's like he's afraid they'll break. "I might have to change my favorite color to blue, just because they're so pretty," he says into the back of my head. My body shivers in what I believe to be delight.

"Bennet," I say.

He stops rubbing.

"I'm still hungry," I say.

He laughs.

"Okay then. Well get dressed," he says as he makes his way to the door. "I'll be out here waiting."

He gives me a wink, before closing the door. I chuckle. Care to be anymore subtle handsome?

I quickly get dressed, and then open the door. Stepping out, I see that true to his word, Bennet is waiting here. Seeing that I'm dressed, he grabs my hand and leads me down the hall.

"Is it still the same day?" I ask.

"Yeah, it is," replies Bennet. He looks down at me. "Sorry, I scared you. I didn't mean to. I just was getting on edge because I didn't feel like I could protect you. And I wanted to be with you."

He smiles. I smile shyly back.

I have a high-school hunk as a bodyguard. Talk abut that.

Walking down a staircase, we come to the first floor. I hear chatting down the hall. Bennet leads me to it, and I see people gathered in a kitchen. There's a woman, a child, as well as Grid, Harold, and the boy who helped Bennet trap me.

I shy away and walk out of the kitchen. I guess I'm just scared of other supernatural beings. I've never met another. Not to mention, everyone looks better than me, and before I break my record of no hissy-fits, I should leave.

I walk to the front door. I saw it when we were coming down the stairs. I stand in front of it waiting for Bennet, who is still in the kitchen. He comes out of it shortly. I must look mad, because he says, "Is something wrong?"

I'm about to answer, but I see in the kitchen doorway that his family is starting at me.

Grid and Harold I already know, but the boy from earlier is striking. He's almost as tall as Bennet, but not quite. He also has green eyes like Grid. The woman whom I'm assuming is the mom has flowing brown hair and soft caramel eyes.

But what catches my eye is the little boy. The tiny child with a button nose and blond hair. And his eyes. They're the softest blue. Not like Bennet's, which is like summer blue, but it's more of spring blue, like after the long cold winter is over the flowers bloom and the warm breath in the fresh warm air.

I would think he's cute, along with the rest of his family. If it weren't for what I knew about them. They're werewolves. All of them. And knowing that when I look at them makes me uneasy. Their stares look wolfish, and I don't know if it's just me, but the tiny boy looks hungry, like he could eat me.

Then I see a bit of drool come out of his mouth, which he slurps back in. I feel like a piece of meat being examined. That would be flattering, if I didn't feel like I'm about to crap my pants.

I cross my arms.

"I...I just want to go now...please," I say quietly.

I look up at Bennet. He looks at me, tilting his head. But I just bite my lip and expect him to get a move on. He does, and we exit the house.

I feel like I can breathe again.