Ian walked max to the car, "drive safe" he said as he crossed his arms and watched her put the car in reverse "and pick up something for dinner on your way home from the hospital" he says as she pulls out of the driveway and waves him goodbye. Ian runs up the old front steps back into the house. He may be inside but he is looking for the best view in the house. Ian can't help but think of the broken girl nextdoor, she makes him feel needed like there is an unspoken mission he is on. She makes him feel a fire in his gut that he had put out long ago. He knows he shouldn't watch her or want her but he can't help it, there's something in her that fuels this fire she feeds his cured flame and he doesn't want to fight it. He needs to know why and how she broke through his walls.
Ian enters his room and sits in the puffy chair facing his window, that's better the best view in the house. He can see her standing there dazed still rubbing at her lip still in the spot where he had touched her on the back porch. He knew he had flustered her at least the small temper tantrum she was now throwing on the back porch proved that. He watches her stomp her feet and how her thighs jiggle ever so slightly when she does so, Ian groans with desire. He isn't hurting anything by watching. Her silky brown hair falls down into her face and she brushes it over here ear and caresses her cheek in frustration but it is eating at Ian. He moves to stand in the window in hopes to curve his urge to be near her.
Suddenly she looks right up at Ian in the window almost as if she felt him standing there, drawn to him the way she was during there first encounter. For a moment they both stood there looking at each other smiling. Marcy bit her lip and looked away batting her lashes possibly unaware of the torture she was putting him through. Marcy grabbed her coffee mug and waved at Ian as she walked inside her back door. Ian waited till she was gone to wave back, then slowly placing her hand onto the window as he had watched her do last night. What was it, was it a cry for help a sign of friendship or maybe trust. How fullish what kind of girl would trust or befriend a wolf, on purpose anyways.
There were plenty of story's warning little girls about monsters just like him. Ian shook his head in disbelief that he was being so obviously obsessive over a such a normal girl who would never fit into his world. A simple distraction Ian told himself as he headed back down stairs still being drawn to her every movement almost as if he was forced to fallow her every move. He longed to know her, the normal broken girl next door that had a spark for his flame and there was something just quit unusual about her ever so normal self. Ian knew he was in for something quit different with her even knowing that his life was much different from anything poor little Marcy has ever known.