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Hannah sighed as she emerged from the sleep of the dead, her head turning with her as she snuck her arms around her pillow and hugged it to her, bringing her legs up under the covers. Now that had been an interesting dream, she thought, her eyes in no hurry to glimpse the light of day. A wolf-man of all things, well, her mother had always said she had a nice imagination...
Her drowsy thoughts slowed to a stop when she felt something shift in the bed beside her. Hannah went stiff with tension and held her breath, her ears straining for any other noise... and there was breathing...
Taking a deep breath she allowed her eyelids to lift and when her darkened hazel eyes found themselves staring into the eyes of a wolf she did the most sensible thing she could. She screamed. Even as the scream ripped out of her lips the wolf changed into a man and she noted the wince on the guy's face seconds before she tumbled out of bed to land on her ass on the hard wooden floor.
"Woman what is wrong with you!" He hissed, rolling onto his back and flinging one of those incredible arms – which she now knew were not a dream – over his eyes. As she took in the picture he made on her bed her eyes widened. The sheets were up to just below his hips, making her mouth go instantly dry and from the way the sheets moulded his strong legs, she knew that he was as bare below as he was on top... that was apart from the bandage that he had wrapped around his upper chest. His incredible hair was spilled all over her pillows, the blackness of it contrasting sharply with the whiteness of the sheets.
Hannah shook her head to rid herself of the effect that he lying on her bed produced in her and stood up... brushing curls of sleep crazed chestnut hair back from her face...only to realise that she wore nothing but her underwear. But she hadn't changed...she remembered clearly flinging herself fully dressed onto her bed. She hadn't even drawn the covers up!
Her mouth gaped open and she turned angry hazel slits on his reclining form. "You pervert! I can't believe you undressed me! You have absolutely no principles what so ever!" She shouted yanking the sheet away from him to wrap around her body. And wished she hadn't when she saw that she had been right...he had been wearing NOTHING underneath that sheet. "Oh god!" She choked, feeling her cheeks burn up as her gaze focused on the most amazing part of him. Lord he was big!
"Now who's the pervert?" He asked in a mocking tone.
Hannah jerked her eyes up to his in horror then her lips flattened themselves into an angry line. "You're despicable." She snarled then turned smartly on her heel and slammed into the bathroom. Slamming the door shut too. Pig!
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Half an hour later she emerged from a very foggy bathroom to find her room empty. Was he gone? As she reached up to pull her hair into a pony tail she eyed the room for signs of the wolf-man and she was about to conclude that he had gone when she heard the sound of her refrigerator slam. No. He wasn't gone; he was just attempting to break her fridge.
Giving an annoyed sigh she walked across the room into the other room and found him looking into her cupboard now...wearing only jeans.
"I thought you'd gone." She said, forcing her eyes to stick to his face. Not that his face was any safer.
He spared her a glance before going back to rummaging in her cupboard. "The snow storm is still raging woman, obviously I'm not going to go out into it."
"My name is not woman." She hissed, walking over to where he stood. "And what the hell are you doing?"
"You have no food, no wonder you're so bony." He murmured, eyes still searching for the food.
"Bony?" She gasped. Bastard! "I am not bony!"
He shrugged. "What's your name?"
"Huh?!?" The man was insane...well he wasn't a man but anyway.
"You told me not to call you woman, but how can I call you anything else when I don't know what your name is?"
"It's Hannah." She snapped. She'd done him the courtesy of helping him and what did he do? He made smart remarks about her sexual state, undressed her, called her BONY and then complained about her kitchen stock. Asshole.
He closed the cupboard and stepped towards her, those disturbing eyes focused on her irritated face. His eyes swept her body in the clean jeans and plain white t-shirt. "Well Hannah," he murmured, leaning close, "I never said I disliked 'bony'. Us wolves have a fascination with getting to the bone."
Hannah stared at him, her mouth once again gaping. He seemed to be able to do that to her a lot. As she felt a blush stealing over her cheeks, she turned her face away and pretended a fascination with her kitchen counter as she stuffed her hands inside her back pockets. "Ugh... you were talking about food...well, yesterday I went into town, and I was on my way back from the supermarket when I uh...saw you. Everything's still in the car."
