"Me too," she said.
"You're not mad at me anymore?" The back of his hand shifted against her forearm and she felt his fingers glide gently up past her elbow.
"I think I'm over it." She smiled.
"Good." His gaze swept over her. "You make my blood race," he said, so low that she could hardly hear him.
She smiled. "Really?"
"Feel for yourself." He took her hand and placed it on the back of his wrist. The flutter-more like a vibration, really-was so rapid that it almost felt electric. Her first instinct was to jerk away, but his steady, tender gaze kept her fingers against his warm skin. And after a second, it wasn't actually scary.
"Is this a werewolf thing?" she asked.
He leaned a bit closer until she felt the warmth of his breath against her ear. "Yeah."
She shivered a little. "So I really didn't cause it?" she asked, feeling a bit disappointed.
A light smile tilted his lips. "Oh, it's all your fault. It only happens when I'm ... captivated by something or someone."
She returned his smile. "Then I'm glad I captivated you."
The smile in his eyes suddenly vanished, and she could swear she heard a light growl rumble from his throat.
She barely had a chance to wonder what could be wrong when Perry stopped right in front of them.
He nodded at Lucas as if making a point that he wasn't the least bit afraid of him. "You want to dance?" he asked Kylie.
She was so surprised, she wondered if she'd misunderstood his question. Then she felt Lucas tense beside her. "Uh, not now," she said, trying to keep her tone light. "But thanks for asking."
Perry disappeared into a group of campers. When she looked back at Lucas, he scowled into the cluster of people. "Am I going to have to teach a smartass shape-shifter a lesson?"
"No."
"I can't believe he actually hit on you when-"
"He wasn't hitting on me." Kylie looked back at the crowd and found Perry standing away from the others, watching Miranda, who was surrounded by a group of boys. For a second, Kylie felt bad. Perry had probably wanted to ask her something about Miranda and she'd brushed him off.
"I don't buy it," Lucas said, his tone deep.
"He only has eyes for Miranda," she said. "Look at him, he's green with jealousy." And literally, his eyes had changed color to a bright green.
"Yeah, right."
"It's true. Believe me; he's not into me."
He dipped his head closer. "And you're not into him?"
She grinned. "Are you jealous?"
"No." He sat up straighter. "I'm just ... possessive," he said as if the two traits were somehow different. "And you didn't answer my question."
"I'm not into Perry," she assured him. "We're just friends."
"Fair enough. So, who are you into?" he asked, and those blue eyes captured hers.
"I'm sort of falling for a jealous werewolf at the moment."
He grinned and quickly brushed the back of his hand against her forearm. "Well, don't tell me his name, because I'm likely to whip his jealous ass."