Chapter Twelve

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07/13/2017

He brushed back her hair, inspecting her mark.

"Sh*t, that actually looks real."

Kristin watched as he smirked at her.

"Let's get this over with," he teased, as he pulled her in for a hug.

"Couldn't you put a shirt on first?" Kristin sighed, as she was pulled into his chest.

"Actually, this way his scent will be stronger," Jess pointed out from the side.

Right, she was still here.

Kristin bit her lip as she tried not to focus on Ryder's arms around her.

When he pulled away she relaxed.

He raised a brow at her, noticing her reaction to him.

Kristin gave him a look that basically said 'shut up'.

He crossed his arms, looking at her closely.

"Yep, you definitely smell like me," he winked.

Kristin was going to roll her eyes, when something caught her attention.
She squinted at Ryder's side, noticing a tattoo over his skin.

"What's that?" she asked curiously, pointing to his side.

He uncrossed his arms, which covered up the tattoo again.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he shrugged.

She narrowed her eyes at him, deciding to let it go for now.

If they wanted to get there in time, they'd have to leave right now anyways.

"Okay, you two need to get going," Jess said, as if reading her thoughts, "Ryder, go put a shirt on."

Kristin was walking towards the car door when a blur passed her.

"Ryder, I'm driving!" she yelled as he hopped in the driver's seat and shut the door.

"If you drive, we're going to be late. Now, get in the car," he gave her a pointed look.

She took a step back, crossing her arms.

While her father hated when she wasn't punctual, she was mad that Ryder was using his wolf abilities against her.

"Kristin, get into the car," Ryder gave her a hard look, while turning the keys to start it.

Kristin grumpily made her way to the passenger seat, making sure to take her sweet time.

"Hurry up," Ryder grumbled, impatiently.

As soon as her butt touched the seat the car took off.

"Ryder!" she snapped as she quickly closed the door.

"That's what you get for being purposefully slow."

"It wasn't on purpose, I'm a human, remember? I don't have super fast wolf reflexives," she said innocently.

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