?Chapter 0335


    "I don''t know," Daphne says, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes a little in a challenge. "Are your Midwinter cookies any good?"


    Jesse sighs sharply. "Nah, our cookies are crap."


    Daphne bursts outughing again, and Jesse goes with her.


    "Seriously," Jesse continues, shaking his head. "Mom isn''t particrly domestic, so all our cookies are store bought, and they''re gone in like eight seconds. You have to fight to the death to get your hands on one. Chase - he''ll bite you, and Be, she has this really pointy stick -"


    "Oh, I''m sure it''s not all that bad," Daphne murmurs, still grinning, her eyes slipping down over Jesse even though she didn''t mean them to.


    "No," he sighs, leaning against the wall and giving her a smile. "I assure you, it is. In fact, mom, dad, and I aren''t out on the town tonight - the children have staged a coup and barred us from the house. It''s chaos over there -plete child anarchy. We fear that we''re going to return home to all of the living room furniture torn to pieces, scrapped for firewood and spare parts for their tree fort."


    "And yet, something tells me that''s precisely how you like it," Daphne says, leaning against the wall with her chin in her hand, studying him.


    "Well," he says, leaning a little closer like it''s a great secret. "Someone had to teach them what a coup was. And they let me sleep in the yard, which is more than they allow mom and dad. I get a little bowl of scraps and a torn nket when Ie begging."


    Daphneughs again, light.


    "Come on," Jesse murmurs, his face falling into more serious lines. "Stay. It''s...good, having you here."


    "Is it?" she asks, wrinkling her nose a little bit. "I''ve barely seen you, Jess."


    "Well," he sighs, leaning a little closer, folding his arms on the wall so that his face is level with hers. He hardly blinks as he stares at her, his eyes moving slowly over her face. "That''s not my fault, is it? Someone is letting her time be rather monopolized by one of my cousins. And not the cousin I would prefer."Original from N?velDrama.Org.


    Daphne''s mouth twists a bit as she fights a smile. "And which cousin would you prefer?"


    "Oh, Mark, for sure." Jesse says, his eyebrows going up,pletely honest. Daphne bursts intoughter. "Mark is a lot of fun - he knows a lot of strange animal facts." Sheughs harder. "Honestly, Daphne, its for your own edification, really! You should definitely hang out exclusively with Mark."


    Daphneughs harder now, her eyes almost shutting as she does, and Jesse can''t help it. He leans closer, just incrementally, breathing deeply from the air between them, hoping desperately that she doesn''t notice the way that her scent - nutmeg, and fresh linen, and spicy white roses - makes his shoulders unwind, his breath echo more deeply in his chest.


    But if she does notice, she doesn''t let him know. She just smiles and shakes her head a little, like she doesn''t know what to do with him.


    "Come on, Daph," he murmurs, staring into her eyes. "Stay. We so rarely get pretty girls around here, especially ones who make meugh like that."


    "Jesse," Daphne murmurs, hanging her head a little, her stomach tightening in a way that surprises her. And then she lifts her head, slowly meeting his eyes again. "I thought you weren''t going to hit on me anymore? Just...be my friend?"


    He stares at her for a long moment before he sighs, and smiles slightly, and lets hisshes fall down over his eyes. "Apologies, Daph," he murmurs. "You''ll have to let a man have his weaknesses, especially at Midwinter." He raises his head again, holding her gaze steadily with his own. "And especially when the weakness itself looks very pretty in her red dress."


    Daphne can''t help it. She bites her lip, and grins, and stares into Jesse Sinir''s brown eyes. Inside, her wolf trips over her own feet as she turns towards Jesse, shocked.


    "Won''t happen again," Jesse says softly, giving Daphne a little wink and standing up straight before he downs the rest of his drink in one go. "Because you are right. We are... friends." He straightens his shoulders and looks down at his ss before looking back up at Daphne with a grin. "Well, I need a refill. You?" He nods towards her half-full gin and tonic.


    "I think I''m okay for right now," she says, watching him carefully.


    Jesse just nods once and strides away.


    And Daphne watches him go. Every step.


    "That''s one hell of a dress, youngdy," dad says to me, a little bit of a growl in his voice.


    "Juniper stole mine!" I say, my face the picture of innocence as I point at my little sister,pletely ratting her out. My mom works very hard to hide her smirk. "This was the only thing that was left in my closet."