My heart was racing, but I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible. "I just wanted a drink of water."
"Yeah, sure," Oliver said, clearly amused with himself.
Something about his smug tone triggered me, and I shot him a look. "Why not? Maybe I actually am just thirsty, not worried about you."
He saw right through me. "Alright, if you say so," he replied with zero conviction.
His dismissive tone told me he wasn’t buying it, but he didn’t want to push it, so I was left stuck in my own awkward mess.
Then out of nowhere, he said, "It makes me happy that my Luna cares. Ella, there's no need to be shy... just be honest with me. I’m not gonna make fun of you."
Oliver had this quiet confidence to him—different from most werewolves.
I couldn’t argue, because honestly, I did
