One Week Later
Eva walked out of the main door. Rush was leaning against his car while talking to somebody.
He had promised to take her out on a date today. It was nearly six o'clock in the evening.
The past week had gone in a jiffy. With the unpacking of her things and most of the time, getting thoroughly f****d by the werewolf whose appetite for s*x seemed to be unending, the days had been spent so fast that she had not even realized when the week ended.
Thankfully, she had not have to bear crossing a specific werewolf who should not be named in her presence.
She was not afraid of facing him. She just did not want things for her to get awkward so soon. She still needed time to adjust.
As soon as Rush saw her walking out in a tight, ankle length jeans and a cold shoulder, red top, h
