Chapter 37

Blake wasn't saying anything about catching me red-handed. I didn't know why I felt so guilty, but every second without him even mentioning it made me feel like I was getting closer to the guillotine and I was the one that was going to have her head ripped out of her spine. I kept stealing glances at him and everything he did, but there was nothing different about his attitude. He was still the loving, kind wolf I was living with.
I swallowed my gulp of cola and left the glass on the round table. This was our first dinner in a restaurant and while I was extremely excited, I was still filled with worry. Gentle music played in the background under the slightly dimmed lights. There was a faint nice aroma spreading around the huge space every fifteen minutes, and I enjoyed the fact the distance between the tables was big. We all needed our privacy as werewolves.
Narrowing my eyes at Blake, I put my hands under my chin and smiled.