You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 50

"Why not?" I asked, waving off that she used my full name.

"Because, I'm naked that's why!" She blurted. I froze as I was about to take another step and blushed as all the dirty thoughts came into my head. Holy crap! My head was on her soft skin the whole night and I didn't know about it? Call me perv, but come on, if you were a guy, you'd understand. She poked her head out again and looked down at the bulge that came back right when it went away just a minute ago. Trust me. Waking up is the second hardest thing in the morning - if you know what I mean. "Ugh, you pervert," she said, blushing a deeper red. I just chuckled and let the awkward silence fill in. "Aren't you going to give me my dress?"

"Nope," I said. "It tore when you - uh, changed last night."

"Ugh!" She groaned and I couldn't help another dirty thought as she grunted that word.

"Here, use my shirt," I said, taking off my shirt and feeling eyes on my chest. I shivered at her gaze, even if this was probably like the thousandth time she looked at my chest. It never got old for her and her reaction never got old for me.

I threw the shirt at her outstretched hand and she caught it perfectly. She stuck her hand back behind the tree and I heard her sigh as she put it on. I laughed when I heard her intake of my scent.

She came back out shyly and I couldn't help but look down at her long legs and curves that were seen in my baggy shirt. I was lucky that the white polo was a thick material because if it was sheer and I saw every inch of her, I don't know what I would do. She stopped a few inches away from the tree before shifting her foot as if she was self conscious of her body. I couldn't help but lick my lips at her body. It didn't help with her bed head hair. I groaned and said, "Why do you have to be so beautiful?"

"What? No sexy? No hot? Isn't that what guys say?" She asked, while laughing shyly.

"What? Heck no. When a guy says a girl is hot, he's only looking at her body. When a guy say's a girl is pretty, he's only looking at her face. But when a guy says a girl is beautiful, he's looking at her heart and her looks. Trust me when I say that you're beautiful. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"And how many girls have you told that to?" She asked, laughing again.

Danny's POV.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked Weston in a small voice, the events of last night flowing through my head like a rapid river. The pain in my gut still haunting my stomach, my screams echoing in my ear, and the most important part of all. Why did I change into a werewolf?

Weston squeazed my hand, which was intertwined into his. He was shirtless and I tried my damn hardest to stop staring at his chest. He kissed my forehead comfortingly and sighed. "Sure. I'm pretty sure you have plenty of questions after what happened last night."

I nodded and scratched the back of my head, my coarse hair running through my fingers. For some reason, the sliver of light that was able to make it's way into the dense forest seemed so much brighter. I could practically see the dust particles floating around. My sense of smell was inevitable as well. I could smell Aunt Feli's famous caramel nut pancakes in the air even if my house was no where to be seen yet.

"Did I - " I began to ask but was interrupted by the shrill of a bird's chirp that achoed like the sound of screeching tires - only louder this time. I jumped, cringing into Weston. Clamping my hands over my ears and squeezing my eyes seemed like the best thing to do right now.