There was something about his words that had my stomach clenching. Why was his denial making me even more curious to know what it felt like? To be honest, I'd heard people talk about their experiences with sex demons, of the thrill and freedom they'd felt. Despite acting a little boy- crazy now and then, I'd never dated anyone seriously.
"Oh," was all I could say. "I understand."
His hands fell away from my shoulders. "Good." He reached out and took one of my curls, stretching it, then grinned as it bounced back into place. His smile was short-lived, however. "My mother said something to me while I was down there, something I can't stop thinking about." His eyes moved from my hair to my face. "She said the werewolves I loved so much wouldn't be around for much longer."
