CHAPTER SEVEN

Rachelle's pov I was still shaking, trying to catch my breath after Everett almost kissed me. It was a close one and I thought I was going to remember everything that Kyle did to me once Everett touched me and probably have a panic attack but instead, I felt safe and didn't want him to take his hand off me… I wanted him. I gasped wondering how moods could change in such a short time like it didn't even happen… but it did and it was intense. I looked at him where he stood opposite me, his werewolf eyes were gone and he wasn't staring at me angrily anymore, his eyes were still intense but they looked tender this time. For a moment I wanted to run back into his arms and initiate that hug he gave me but I had my pride, I wasn't going to let my guard down. I maintained a stoic posture and returned his gaze with a glare to show him he couldn't intimidate me but instead, he smirked. The man was smirking! I scoffed and folded my arms over my chest "what's so funny?" I interrogated and his sm