[SNEAK PEEK]Just Keep it Chill
Lorelei has a very special guest drop by. She's not quite sure how she feels about him, but it's definitely intense...
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Just Keep It Chill By Limewah Story for LovelyLorelei Featuring LucianLupin’s character SNEAK PEEK
Lorelei’s phone pinged, and she threw herself across her bed to snatch it up.
She didn’t even bother to read past ‘New Email in Inbox’ before turning off the screen and setting it aside. She was not going to look at it. She was off the clock.
She’d even left a few of her friends on Unread; there was only one person she actually was waiting to hear from. She’d apologise to them later.
She resisted the urge to grab her phone again and see when Lucian was last online. But what good would that do? He was on his way. That was all that mattered.
He’s coming over, he’s coming over, he’s coming over…
Lorelei could not stay still. That thought was still racing around her head, like a bird trying to escape a glass box.
The brunette human had her hair tied up into a tight bun. The ends of her hair were dyed a dark aqua, and the blue and black mixed together like a ball of yarn in her bun.
She hadn’t done her makeup, and she was in a state of partial undress to keep herself from heating up too much.
She was never this nervous about having a guest over.
But this wasn’t just any old guest. She was still mulling over the handsome wolf’s face in her mind’s eye. The smouldering in his eyes, the slight hint of dangerous fang in his easy smile. She kept seeing him glancing at her from the other side of the low table, surrounded by pillows, his face wreathed in milky white, slowly dissipating vapour. His lips pursed as he brought the hookah pipe to his lips and took a long, slow pull.
How much of it was embellishment?
She’d given up on trying to get Lucian out of her mind. He was a full-time resident. At least until this hangout, where hopefully - hopefully - she’d be able to see him as just another person, another friend.
It wasn’t even romantic attraction, it was just… fascination. She found herself wanting to know everything about him. Wondering at what inner life lurked behind that violet gaze.
Lorelei had spent a long chunk of time cleaning her room, frantically vacuuming and stuffing clothes into cabinets… just clearing up as much space as she could, freeing up floor space.
I’m wasting my time here, what am I thinking…? We’re not going to the bedroom, we’re hanging out in the living room.
She didn’t give herself time to finish that thought with unless…
Lorelei hurried upstairs from her bedroom and into the living room. It wasn’t too much of a mess, but her desire to be a good hostess was overriding that.
What would he think of this place? What must be going through his head as he made his way over? Was he going to be fashionably late, or bang on time?
The mystery, the not-knowing, was absolute torture. She would not be able to rest until she’d figured him out.