Hunt Me! I Crave the Chase (Spooky Boys #3)

Uncaring of my nudity or how invasive this was, Mutt yanked the shower door open and stuck his head inside the shower.

He stared at me.

His eyes were so fucking blue.

Blue as the ocean during the summer. Blue as my first car. Blue as I felt sometimes when the days were long and I was lost, lost, lost.

Mutt’s warm chocolate-colored hair was unevenly cut and styled haphazardly, if it had even been styled at all. Which I doubted. He probably rolled out of bed and called it good. He was that kinda guy. I, on the other hand, spent at least half an hour every morning styling my hair so it looked effortless.

“Are you lonely?” Mutt asked, voice soft. I could see on his face that he already knew he was right. Which was just…unfair. Because apparently he could smell emotions, fucking fuck. That was…not cool.

But at the same time…it was kinda nice?

Meant he was perceptive—and as a person who struggled with honesty, it was nice to know someone would know my truths without me even having to say them.

Water droplets sprayed him but he didn’t seem to mind. Didn’t seem to notice, really, aside from blinking them away, his big blue eyes soft as he regarded me. Felt like he was looking right through me.

“I’m not lonely,” I said automatically, because it was a habit to deny the things that made me hurt. My voice wobbled and I moved to cover my junk, not really in the mood to be ogled by someone right now. Mutt didn’t notice my scars. Either that, or he didn’t care.

His eyes were far more intelligent than they had any right to be. “Lie,” he said, calling me out with no judgment or accusation in his tone at all. “Why do you lie?”

“What?”

It didn’t escape me how bizarre all of this was.

Like a fever dream.

Here we were, getting pelted by hot water. A werewolf and a human. Two entirely different species. This wasn’t a fairy tale, or a horror story. More like one of those absurd Reddit threads that pops up when you least expect it.

Help: I’m dating a werewolf. He’s nosy and stalks me. And also apparently a human lie detector.

“How did you know?” I asked before he could answer my previous question.

“Know what?”

“That I lied?” I reached for the soap again, just to spite him, and Mutt growled, his fangs flashing. I put the soap down. His expression smoothed. Water droplets spilled down his cheeks, splattering against him. He blinked them away, like he was used to water hitting him in the face.

“Your heartbeat,” he answered simply.

Oh.

Yeah.

Okay.

That made sense.

I’d just learned two new things about werewolves today—but not the one I wanted to know most.

Just ask him.

Just do it.

Like ripping off a Band-Aid.

“I…” I shook my head, still covering my junk with one hand, the other one clenching into a fist. “I would really appreciate some privacy right now.” I still needed to clean my ass. That was non-negotiable. And I didn’t really want Mutt watching me while I did it.

“But you are lonely,” Mutt argued, attempting to shoulder his way further into the shower, despite the fact he was still clothed. It was odd. His clothes didn’t suit him at all—almost like they were borrowed and not his own. Today’s outfit was a ridiculous gray t-shirt with a wolf head on it. Very on the nose, if you asked me. Looked like the kinda thing you’d buy at a gas station while on a road trip.