12 Chapter 12: Full moon

"How do you feel, my Carlotta?" Rafe's hand grazed her neck, his fingers stroked her softly. He couldn't stop touching her. He had no desire to.

"Mmm, good. What time is it?" Charley felt a little sleepy, but good. So very good. How could this be real? She wondered if it was possible for a person, for her, to truly be this happy.

"Eight-thirty, baby, no, no don't move," he held her down gently when she tried to sit up.

"It's later than I thought, I should make dinner."

"Don't worry about it. The guys ordered a bunch of pizzas. Are you hungry?" Rafe asked. She shook her head as he bent and kissed her softly.

"Carlotta, tonight is the full moon."

Charley stiffened. Time for the truth. He had to come clean about this whole Werewolf nonsense.

"Rafe, I-"