I Am The Luna

ATTICUS

I try not to stare shamelessly at her sexy peach before she straightens and turns towards me, her mouth is full as she seems to have bitten off more than she can chew, and I realise it's the first time I've seen her look so.. uncomposed and really cute. Her cheeks are puffed up thanks to the pizza. Her hair is wet and messy in front of her face and the eye I can see is wide.

How does simply seeing someone make you feel lighter? I was feeling tired out there on my laptop moments ago but now... I'm perfectly refreshed.

I smile slightly as I walk over to her, one hand in a pocket, and run my fingers through my hair with the other. She suddenly blinks, turning and grabbing her soda. She takes a few gulps as if trying to buy herself some time.

I give her a moment as I slowly walk around the counter and look across at her. Her scent of lavender, roses and shea butter is like a summer breeze, and I resist the urge to close my eyes and breathe it in.

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

I raise an eyebrow. "That's not the kind of welcome I'm expecting from the Head of Cyber Security of this pack."

"Well, do forgive me for not laying out the welcoming mat, or better, not blocking all the passcodes so the damn gates didn't open for ya," she replies mockingly.

I tilt my head. "Am I that bad?"

"Actually..." she leans forward, and I swallow slowly, trying not to focus on her cleavage. "You're worse."

"Perhaps, doesn't really take away from the fact that I'm still going to be here for an entire week, so get used to it," 1 answer lightly, completely unphased by her attitude.

"What a shame," she mutters, taking another pizza slice.

I had told myself I will stay out of her way but whenever she's in front of me that plan is thrown out. "So, mind sharing some pizza?"

She looks down at the box. "Well, take one, if you need a plate, third top cabinet on your left and knives and forks in that

pull-out drawer near the stove." I'm about to thank her when she speaks again. "Do you need a napkin, too?" The mockery loud and clear.

Our eyes meet and although I'm tempted to mockingly throw back at her that that would be the correct table manners and

that I'm impressed she knows that, I don't.

"I think I can eat out of the box," I reply instead as I reach over to take a slice. She's watching like a hawk as I bite into the cheesy goodness. "It's good."

"Obviously it is," she mutters before she takes another bite. "Why are you here?" she asks. The hostility in her tone isn't subtle. 

"For the holidays?" I'm sure Valerie told her... didn't she?

"Yeah, you said, but why are you in this damn packhouse?" she clenches her jaw as she now looks me in the eye. I place the pizza down and look around for a paper towel, grateful when I see the paper napkins on the table on the other side. Walking over to them, I take one before returning to the counter opposite her, wiping my hand and taking up my pizza slice again

"Zade said I'd be more comfortable here since they need their privacy." I shudder internally at the meaning of that. I've heard them getting it on once, and I do not want to hear them again. Ever.

"Yeah, well, I'm not comfortable, but who cares about what I want? Right?" She says coldly before she pushes the pizza box towards me, irritated.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

"I'll stay out of your hair," I say quietly.

"Yeah, do yourself a favour." She rolls her eyes, annoyance flashing in them before she turns and storms out of the kitchen, leaving me alone with the pizza.

Sighing, I drop the pizza slice I'm holding into the box and hang my head. I just annoyed her again.

I can't blame her, I don't even know what I want, so how do I expect her to react in any way when I have not given her even a simple indication of what I want, aside from avoiding her back then? But that is something even I don't have the answer

I clear the stuff off the counter, placing the uneaten pizza into a container before I wash my hands and leave the kitchen. I should return to my work, there's still rather a lot pending.