Chapter34

#Chapter34

Sunday Morning Pancakes and Coffee

There was a soft thud when Phoebe closed the door of her bedroom, and all that was left was the darkness, silence, Atlas, and I. He didn't move from his position, not even an inch. He didn't even bother taking his eyes off of me, as if challenging me to a staring contest.

Well, the contest didn't seem so hard so I competed. I stared back at him, his scent slowly wafting under my nose. It was teasing me. It was testing my patience. The scent is insulting the wolf in me for some reason, and this sent a quick pang of pain in my chest.

I was staring at Atlas in confusion at this moment, not sure why I'm feeling this way. Why is this scent so repelling? Why isn't it fading as time flew by? Because honestly, I feel like the more I stare at Atlas, the stronger it becomes. I can't even smell Atlas' true scent. Like he was completely covered by lavender and ice cream.

I almost gagged.