Heather Bosch (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shiftingembers) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
Despite her insecurity, Heather knew objectively that she was attractive. The biggest issue was that she was used to downplaying the fact so that she could be taken seriously and so the way that this stranger looked her over was immensely gratifying. His grin gave her butterflies and she glanced over her shoulder to see if they really were the only ones without masks. It didn’t really matter - just the fact that he seemed to like it was enough to put her at ease.
She smiled widely, shutting down her first thought that this face was actually the mask. That was just the wolf taking interest in a man who didn’t smell human but couldn’t work out what exactly he was. But when is hands slid over her hips and pulled her close, Heather lost that entire train of thought. He was warm and deliciously solid, her hands coming to rest on strong shoulders as that same haziness she had been fighting off suggested that she should take every advantage to get up close and personal to see what else about him might be solid.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, looking up at him with intrigued blue eyes. “I guess I hoped she’d be a little more subtle about leaving us alone together.” Heather laughed, knowing she shouldn’t have depended on Miche for any sort of subtlety. “Not that I’m complaining about the results.”