"Vacation"
Cracking an eye open, I scowl at Penelope. "Interesting? That's what you're going with?"
She shrugs, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Would you prefer 'hot' or 'steamy' instead?"
"I'd prefer we never speak of this again," I groan, sliding down the door until I'm sitting on the floor.
Penelope plops down next to me, bumping her shoulder against mine. "Come on, Nikki. You can't deny there's something there."
I shake my head vehemently. "There's nothing there except a stubborn werewolf who can't take no for an answer."
"A stubborn, hot werewolf," she corrects.
"Penelope!"
She holds up her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'll stop. But seriously, Nicole, what are you going to do?"
Resting my head against the door, I just… sigh. "I don't know. I can't even think about him right now."
"But you want to, don't you?"