Page 32 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Ethan***

I stand in the woods and watch her stare up at the sky. I

guess she really did have a date with the moon. I begin to walk in circles,

exercising every ounce of strength I have to keep myself from going to her.

Once again, my wolf brought me here. He’s fighting me every step of the way,

and it’s becoming taxing. I turn back to her, panting, my tongue hanging out of

my mouth. A soft whine escapes me as she removes an ice cube from her glass,

slowly trails it down her neck and across her cleavage. This is more than

torture. She throws her arms over her head and settles back into her pillow.

After a while, I realize she’s not moving. She turns onto her side, facing me,

and I see she’s asleep. Slowly, I make my way toward her.