Losing My Head

"Hm? You need to.. talk to me?" Oh boy. His smile faded, wondering what exactly she wanted to talk to him about. Had he been too rough that night? Had he been out of line? Did he hurt her? Was she mad about what happened? Question upon question swimming around in his head. Was she going to...force him into the pack for that night? No...he couldn't think like that. Then again, he didn't know too much about her. For all he knew, she could have just been taking pity on him because he had acted like such a coward during the storm. But...she really didn't sound like that was her intention either...

He sat down, blue gaze steadily watching her. Now that it wasn't dark, he could actually see what she really looked like. And he had to admit...she was pretty. Were he the sort of cocky bastard to brag, he would say that he scored big time! But since he wasn't that type, he didn't think that way. He supposed he was...lucky, to say the least. It could have been some mangy mutt after all, but she was definitely far from it. "What is it? Is everything alright? If...if I hurt you, I didn't mean to..."