Lottie threw her hands in the air, walking around in a circle before pointing at Xenia. "I can't believe you were going to keep this from me."
"I'm sorry, Lottie. This is…new for me, okay. I've never felt like this around someone, especially a stranger and werewolf. You know how I feel about the latter."
Xenia leaned her head against the counter with refrigerated goods, hoping the coolness would help with her inflamed cheeks. She had to get better control of this blushing. It was unbecoming to her.
"I don't know, Lottie. I just met the guy. Now look at me. He keeps popping in my head even more than Cristobal. I don't think I've thought about someone as much as I have about Cristobal. It's quite...strange."
Strange, yet the pit of her stomach was still filled with butterflies. Did he
