CHAPTER SEVENTY
BECK’S POV
There is something erratically fulfilling about feeling something for someone and have them cherish you as much as you do. It fills your heart; makes you want to explode into something unexplainable. It throbs through your skin, itching to be re-ignited over and over again. All week, as I did my CATs, Niran was all I could think about. His crooked smile, they way he called me babe and even his most annoying habits like leaving the water bottle out of the fridge after he’d used it; I liked it all.
Yet, all week I’d tried not to think too much when he took Tiara for smoothies on Monday and completely forgot he asked me out for date. I understood that he felt guilty for Tiara getting hurt by that werewolf. On Tuesday I had a tough test that finished quite late a
