What I Hate About Me

V

I pulled away and saw Jared. I blushed like a tomato and looked down, hiding my face in Sam’s chest.
As a werewolf, I’m probably the shortest one there has ever been.
I mean, come on! I’m freakin 5’2”!
My wolf was freakin tiny!
Jared chuckled and left the room. I turned around and continued cooking. I heard a couple of whistles and ‘woos’ when Jared told them what he saw.
I blushed again.
Sam wrapped his arms around my waist as I poured pancake batter on the pan.
“I love you.” He said in my ear.
“Mhmm.” I teased.
He whined.
“Say it.” He whispered in my ear.
I shut my mouth.
He started nibbling on my neck. I let out a moan as he found my sweet spot.
I covered my mouth with my hand.
“S-s-stop. Jared’s in the living room.” I said trying not to moan.
“Say you love me.” He said against my neck. I turned around in his arms and kissed him.
“I love you.” I said, “Now get your but out of this kitchen so I can cook.”
I whined.
He chuckled and went to join the guys.