Blessing of Luna (Wolfgods Book 1) by Blaise Ramsay (best books under 200 pages .TXT) 📗

“For a good part of my life, that’s all there was to do. I never really got into the technology crowd until getting a cellphone became essential to my day job.” Jill took out her phone, showing it to Damien. “Silly thing is still smarter than me.”

Damien turned his head away, almost embarrassed at what he was about to ask. “So, your…your number? Could I have it?”

Of course. Jill thought to herself, her heart pounding with relief.

She held out her hand. “May I borrow one of your napkins on the table and a pen? I’ll be happy to give you my number.”

Once, the pen and napkin were placed in her hand, she wrote down her number. “Feel free to call or text anytime. For you, I’ll answer even if I’m working.” She handed them back, winking.

The scent of Chelsea on the wind signaled Jill to start cutting things short. “I look forward to hearing from you.” Jill ran her fingertips down Damien’s jaw, flirting.

“Here, Dame!” Chelsea's voice rang out as she set down their drinks.

Damien tucked the napkin with Jill’s number in his back pocket, his cheeks hot from the gentle touch of her nails. He looked up to see Chelsea’s smiling wide.

“Wait. What?” Damien stood up, scanning the surrounding crowd for where Jill could have gone. He almost felt disappointed. The lingering feeling of her warm hand on his leg left him running his own along the path hers followed.

Jill stood on the opposite corner of the café, watching as Damien scanned around briefly for her only to sink back into his chair.

It hurt her to have to run from him, especially since it seemed as though he was getting comfortable the more they spoke but she didn’t want to risk meeting Chelsea.

Oh well, he has my number. He’ll call. She smirked to herself as her phone buzzed in her pocket.

“Well that was sooner than I expected.” Jill took it out of her pocket, reading the text. It was indeed Damien asking where she had gone off to in such a hurry. She responded telling him not to worry. They would be seeing each other soon enough.

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Damien’s foot tapped in anticipation on the wood floor, his knee knocking against the bedside. He couldn’t concentrate on the textbook sitting in his lap. His eyes kept glancing at the clock. 3am.

Disappointment started to manifest until Jill dropped onto the windowsill. He hurried to open the panes to let her in.

“I was beginning to wonder if you were going to come.” Damien said, his voice betraying the fatigue he suffered from.

“Sorry for being late. One of the clients from my job had me doing some early hour surveillance. You look exhausted. I can come back tomorrow or meet somewhere if you like instead.”

Jill sat down on Damien’s bedside, picking up the textbook off of the floor. “Doing some late night studying?

Damien stretched his arms above his head, his back popping against the uncomfortable way he was sitting. “Yeah. I have a couple of exams tomorrow for my summer classes. One right after the other. I took college classes before but damn I don’t remember them being this demanding.”

A chuckle left her throat as Jill turned the bedside lamp off. “Get some sleep tonight. Tomorrow is one of my days off so we can do something in the evening if you want.”

“Jill.”

“Yes?”

“I hope this doesn’t sound weird but…have we met before? I can’t shake the feeling I know you.”

A knot formed in the base of Jill’s throat. She wanted to answer him truthfully but knew she couldn’t. It was too soon in their relationship to let him know the deeper, darker world he was getting into.

“I don’t think so but it doesn’t matter. We’ve met each other now. Have a good night, Damien. Good luck on those pesky tests.” Jill teased.

Damien rolled his eyes. “Thanks.”

After leaving, Jill stood outside of the house looking up at Damien’s window. He needed to sleep to fulfill his obligations to his school, ending their night early.

Conflicting thoughts of logic met raging emotions as she weighed the options of pursuing or letting him go. Exposing him to her world would put him in severe danger.

I don’t want this life for you but I can’t help how I’m feeling. Dear Luna, am I doing the right thing?

The following morning, Damien's head hurt. The double life he was living was starting to wear on him mentally and physically. There were so many questions buzzing in his mind he wanted to ask Jill but he didn’t want to seem rude.

She was beautiful. The kind of woman any man would give his left nut to be with. There was just something about her.

Something inhuman.

Just like him.

Despite his denial to the contrary, Damien found himself developing feelings for Jill. She felt right to be around. A comfortable presence who seemed to understand him.

He wanted to tell her what happened in his past. He wanted to share his secrets with her. Somehow he knew she wouldn’t judge him.

Their exchange at the cafe was limited to brief small talk and then she'd run once Chelsea came back. The touch of her hand on his leg hadn't left him since the café like it had been imprinted on his skin.

Night after night, even sometimes during the day, Damien found himself wanting to see her.

What’s wrong with me? I didn’t even think I could feel things like this anymore. The feeling of aggravation rose in his chest as he rubbed his face, brushing his fingers up through his hair to try and get a grip on his raging feelings.

“D, hey!” Rob snapped his fingers in front of Damien's face. “You still having those headaches?”

“Yeah, they've been pretty much a