It’s me
Open the door
“Who the hell is me?” I grumbled, wiping my food-coloring-stained fingers on my apron before picking up my phone.
Me
Who are you and why are you ringing my doorbell incessantly?
I was not in a good enough mood to be dealing with this.
Unknown
Finn
I stared at the screen.
Oh.
Oh.Fuck.
Should I answer the door?
I should, right?
I didn’t know.
I glanced at the time.
11:15.
Zoe had a few more minutes of her lunch break.
I called her super quick, glancing at the door over my shoulder to make sure it was still closed.
It was. Obviously.
“Hello?”
“Hey. Quick question.”
My phone was already buzzing again with more texts.
“Alright, I’ve got five minutes.”
“What would you do if your wolfy-mate showed up at your door and told you to open it? After basically shooting you down and telling you to leave the night before?”
There was a moment’s pause. “Emmy. Just open the door and hear him out.”
“You think I should?”
“I think you were up all night because the werewolf mating magic wants you to fuck him so badly. And that you want to fuck him.”
“I really do.” I sagged against the countertop. “Maybe I can get him out of my system?”
“When has that ever worked, in the history of ever?”
“Not once.”
