When Zeke moved for him, Topher laid down, releasing a soft sigh from how comfy the bed was. He grabbed the blankets, covering himself and looking up at the man next to him. He was incredibly handsome…and the scent of his sheets and his body was intoxicating to Topher.
As Zeke explained what they could talk about, Topher smiled since it sounded nice. It would be interesting to learn about each other, especially about werewolves and how they worked. “I’d like that.” He spoke before feeling a shiver run down his spine when Zeke cupped his cheek.
“O-Okay.” Topher swallowed an invisible lump in his throat, feeling his breathing getting a bit shaky from the other males gaze alone. “M-May I ask…if as a werewolf, you look more like a wolf, or more like one of those…things in movies and books?” he wondered. It would be kind of scary if he turned out to be one of those hunched half hairless creatures he saw in those horror movies as a child. They always seemed to scare him in his dreams.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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