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his fingers there as he felt her soft
skin.
    His touch sent tingles down her arm, giving
her goose bumps, which thrilled her as if she were a young girl
again, excited by the most innocent of touches. She even enjoyed
added closeness when his buddies began to tease him, and bump into
him so he knocked into her.
    “Fucking knock it off.” Grant growled at
Derrick after his friend shoved him into her harder than the rest.
His low, throaty rumble was threatening enough Derrick backed off
despite looking pissed. If Grant’s anger was directed toward her,
Charity would have been intimidated by his growl, but when he
turned back to her he smiled as he apologized. “He’s jealous.
Derrick thinks you’re hot, and he’s being a prick about it.” For
the first time, be blatantly looked at her chest as he held up his
Mountain Dew bottle. “He didn’t make me get any of my drink on you,
did he?”
    “No.” She beamed at him, and took a deep
breath so her chest stuck out. Feast your eyes, Grant , she
gloated. “It would have been fine if he had, I’d just borrow a
shirt of yours later.”
    “No, I have my experimental drug in here.”
He said, and lifted up his drink. She could see small bits of
finely chopped red squares in his soda.
    “ The drug?” She asked with a snicker.
She heard about his accidental discovery, but he never divulged
much. Apparently he made something that had no harmful side
effects, was non habit forming, with an incredible high, but
because it had no medical uses, he wasn’t rich from stumbling upon
it. As he kept saying, he was still in the testing phase, which
meant he took it almost every weekend but didn’t dare offer it as a
street drug.
    “Yeah, this is it.” He replied with a nod.
He was such a bad ass, and she was extremely attracted to the bad
boy thing he had going on. He played by no rules, and even
Halloween had nothing on him, because he wasn’t dressed up as
anything.
    She ruffled his hair, letting her fingers
guide her way to the nape of his neck as she said, “What are you
supposed to be anyway, a college student?”
    “No, no, no. Can’t you tell? I’m a
werewolf.” He grinned.
    “Oh, nice, but it’s a full moon, and on
Halloween. You should be all hairy and stuff.”
    “I’m in the basement. The moonlight hasn’t
touched me yet. Besides I invited you here and didn’t want to miss
you. You’d never believe my excuse if I told you I ran off into the
woods to hide as I slowly transformed into something scary while
hunting and mangling some poor, innocent BFRO hunter.”
    “Oh,” she laughed. “Yeah, mangling isn’t
good.”
    “No,” he agreed, and leaned in toward her so
he could roll his fingers around to her back. “You smell good,
Charity. This drug makes me notice things I normally wouldn’t, like
your shampoo.” He continued moving in until his nose touched her
hair line, and he slowly took in a long breath as his lips fell to
her temple. She couldn’t believe his subtle touch made her reel,
but she felt a heat begin to ache between her legs from his
momentary touch. “Sorry, I also do things I normally wouldn’t like
sniff girls, apparently.”
    She giggled. “It’s fine.” She started
playing with the top button of his shirt to keep him close, and for
added allure she acted as if she would unfasten it. He watched her
fingers, but she noticed, too, that he took the opportunity to let
his eyes wander down her body as he kept his gaze at her hips and
what was in the middle. Crap , he wasn’t even fondling her
and he was making her insides warm. Charity wished he’d simply lift
her up so she could wrap her legs around him and grind her sex
against his for relief. Charity would let him bang her up against
the wall if he wanted, she wouldn’t even notice anyone else in the
crowded room, if she hadn’t already. Sex, or the lack thereof, was
beginning to cloud her judgment, but she’d never waited so long to
sleep with a guy, and he hadn’t even