Hot Naked Guy As A Gift novel Chapter 12

"You mean like vampires, werewolves, ghost and stuff like that?" He nods slowly, his thumb rubbing circular patterns on the back of my hand. "Not really, I mean its just stuff Hollywood's made up in movies to make money, right?" I'll admit, I like to imagine what it would be like if stuff like that was real, but that's only because the guys that play the werewolves and stuff are incredibly hot.

He swallows tightly, a little laugh slipping past his lips. "Not exactly. Arianna what would say if I told you that I am a werewolf?" He stops walking, staring me dead in the eye as I blink back at him in confusion. He wasn't serious, was he? Werewolves are real, they're just creatures people made up because they were bored or whatever, but they're not real, they can't be, can they?

"Uh, I would ask you how you escaped from the insane asylum." He didn't honestly believe he was a werewolf, did he? Damn, its no wonder Dad started freaking out , he must have known Xavier was insane from just looking at him. All that damage must have seriously screwed up his brain or something. "You're not serious are you? You really think you're a werewolf?" I should have known something was off about him, no one like him could be sane, there's just no way.

He smiles at me, "I do not think I am a werewolf, I know I am. How do you think I healed so quickly?" He couldn't be serious, there's just no way. I shake my head slowly and pull my hand out of his, walking backwards back towards the house. If he's crazy enough to think he's a werewolf then there's no telling what he'd do.

"You're joking right? There's no way you're-its just not possible. You're delusional." Hurt flashes through his eyes at the snap in my voice and my stomach sinks. It shouldn't bother me to see the hurt in his eyes, he's completely insane I shouldn't care if he's hurt that I'm not buying into his story.

"Alright, will you come with me? I would rather we be farther from the road, but if you do not trust me we can do it here." I swallow and nod towards the woods, there's no sense in him making a fool of himself in front of anyone that might drive by, right? "Do not run from me, please? I will not be able to control myself if you do."

"I'm not promising anything." What if he tries to kill me or something? Would he really expect me to not move if he tried to hurt me? I'd have to be as crazy as he is to promise to stay in one spot. "What the hell are you doing?" His shirt, or rather Dad's shirt, falls to the ground by his feet as his hands move to snap of the jeans. Oh my god, what the hell is he doing!? First he tells me that he thinks he's a werewolf and now he's getting naked in front of me? The fact that I'm liking the opportunity to stare at his chest is completely besides the point and so is the wave of desire I'm feeling.