He looked back at me, mouth open in startlement. "What?"
"You said you love me," I whispered.
"Oh, my God," Brian moaned. "This isn't fucking happening. What's fucking happening?"
Drew's brows furrowed, and he waved a clawed hand at me in a "help me out, here" kind of gesture.
"Yeah, of course I fucking love you," he said, sounding puzzled more than anything at my lack of comprehension.
"I'd die for you. I'd kill for you. I have killed for you, and I'm totally down to do it again in the next five minutes. I mated you, Ash! What the hell did you think?"
"I—what—I thought—" I sputtered into silence, torn between the deep, almost frantic joy welling up in me and absolute, bone-deep exasperation. "I thought you'd say something, Drew! You know, words? I'm human! I don't speak fluent werewolf yet!"
A dull, deep-red flush spread over Drew's perfect cheekbones. I wanted to lick them.
Maybe the werewolf thing was starting to rub off on me after all.
