"Bye, Molly," he replied, waving as she headed for the stairs. Her flushed cheeks - and budding crush - were kind of adorable, but he was aware he really couldn't do anything to encourage the behaviour. Shaking his head, he got to his feet, utterly failing to supress a quiet groan of effort. He'd been sitting on concrete for too long; even lycanthropes weren't immune to numb arses.
Watching Molly leave across the parking lot, he headed back into his room, closing the door behind him. And doing his best not to breathe too deeply.