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too?”
    Instead of answering, Brandon wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I felt warm in his embrace. However, when he was a werewolf, he really emanated heat.
    “So now we have the rest of the night together,” he said. “Just us.”
    “Yes, just us.”
    “What would you like to do?” he asked as we walked out of Abby’s community and down the sidewalk toward my subdivision. “See a movie?”
    There was so much I wanted to do with Brandon. See a movie, shop at the mall, watch a game. All the things I was used to doing I wanted to experience with him.
    We continued to stroll, huddling closely together, when we turned the corner to my community.
    “Would you like to come inside?” I asked. I’d rarely invited Nash inside my house. Since his house was so large and mine more modest, I always felt like he might think he was dating down. Even though Brandon’s grandparents had acres of land and vast woods surrounding his home, he didn’t seem to be the type to be bothered by such things. And even if Nash didn’t come out and say anything, I felt self-conscious. But with Brandon, I felt like material status didn’t matter. I could hear Champ inside barking as we walked up the sidewalk.
    “Sure. That sounds awesome.”
    My parents had gone out for the night to dinner and a movie, so they wouldn’t be home for a while. I thought it was a good opportunity to be alone with Brandon, without the usual parental annoyances.
    Brandon followed me inside and was greeted enthusiastically by Champ, who wagged his tail and panted in excitement. As I began to close the door behind us, I noticed a car driving down the street. It was Nash’s BMW. I quickly shut the door and heard him drive away.
    I removed my coat and scarf and took Brandon’s as well. I wanted to be the perfect hostess. I hung his coat in the hall closet instead of leaving it on the banister, as I tended to do with mine.
    Brandon seemed eager to explore the house and poked his head around our entryway. Champ followed him as if he were his owner.
    “You want the official tour?” I asked.
    “Sure.”
    “I think it will take half a minute,” I said with a nervous chuckle.
    “No—your house is really cool.”
    “Well, it’s not like Abby’s. Or Nash’s.”
    “Why should it be?”
    Brandon was right. A burst of energy raced through me with his warm compliment.
    “Here’s our dining room,” I said, leading him around. I couldn’t help but have an extra bounce in my step. Champ was still glued to Brandon. I had to drag him outside to give Brandon room to breathe. “This is our kitchen and family room. And the bedrooms are upstairs.”
    As we both stood in my kitchen, I was nervous. Even though I’d been over to Brandon’s home many times, I felt awkward. After all, he had his own guesthouse, a hilltop that went on for days, and his own skating rink.
    I obsessively tucked my hair behind my ear and kept on wriggling in my stance.
    “As you can see, it’s not a castle like Nash’s and Abby’s.”
    “I think this house is great. It has character, like you.”
    His smile melted me, and he took my hands. “I’ve been waiting to do this all night.”
    I’d been waiting, too, since I first saw him get into Ivy’s SUV. He drew me into him and kissed me long and with such passion I had to lean against the island so as not to faint.
    Here I was standing in my kitchen kissing Brandon Maddox. It was so far from anything that I’d ever imagined happening.
    “We can hang out here,” I said. I switched on the TV. “Maybe there’s a movie on. What would you like to watch?”
    “Aren’t you going to show me your room?” he asked.
    “It’s a total mess. I wasn’t expecting you to come over.”
    “I know. I just thought it would be nice to see where you hang out. Then we can come back and watch TV.”
    I led him up the stairs, where a few of our family pictures lined the wall. I blushed as we passed one of me as a baby. “I hate that