"If being a werewolf is your second darkest secret, what's the first?"

Paul sighed, seemingly undressing me with his deep brown eyes.

"Since you already know that I'm a werewolf and all, I suppose there'll never be a better time to tell you."

I stared at Paul. Curiosity was tearing me from the inside out wondering what he was going to say. Would he make my dreams come true?

"I know you've been watching me Larry."

My heart leapt to my mouth. I stood silent, not knowing what to say.

"I've noticed you peeking at me from the safety of your home, and for some reason, I actually like the attention you've been giving me. It's flattering, and for starters, I purposely did a many things within your view just hoping that you'd peek on me."

I blanked out, not knowing what to say or do, or anything.

It was a while before I regained my senses. Paul watched me with a flair of innocent curiosity, waiting for me to react.

"I-I've liked you for the longest time and... you don't mind?"

He smiled, "Nope, not at all. It's nice knowing you matter to someone else."

My legs instinctively took a step back as Paul stepped forward. But with my back to the door, there wasn't anywhere I could go immediately. He gradually came closer and closer, until his luscious lips were no more than mere inches from mine.