All characters from Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer. I own nothing except my version of events.

A/N: Okay, so it's fair to say that I'm an asshole. I skipped last week's post without a warning and didn't even bother to leave an update on my profile to let you guys know I was going to skip it and why. I actually had an incredibly busy weekend with lots of things going on that I didn't have the time to actually do it. My apologies.

But I'm back!

So just a couple of things to communicate to you guys…

I think we're getting to the last third of this story. I have a few chapters left to write before I get to the ending. I'm estimating there will be about 25 but maybe less than 30 chapters to complete this one. I'm still not sure so I can't give you guys a definite answer to that since it's only an estimation. If you've read my other stories, then you know that my mind can suddenly conjure up more twists and turns at the drop of a hat and therefore I can't state anything for certain. But it's sufficed to say that this ending won't be as action packed as my other stories have been in the past since I've mostly focused on the romance and erotica with this one. So just keep that in mind as you keep reading on…

Speaking of past stories, I have a bit of a question for you guys. The other day I decided to reread my first story, Ever Evolving, and I realized how crappy my writing was back then. I feel like it's gotten much better now and so I have this urge in me to go back and rewrite it. The problem with that is that if I do, I probably won't be able to write a new story. Or if I do choose to write it alongside the rewrite, I won't be able to start posting it until I finish rewriting Ever Evolving. I don't have a definite idea of where I'm going with the next book after this one, but I was thinking another crossover with the Avengers since I kind of really like their world. I've haphazardly written the first chapter and written notes and ideas for how the rest of the story would go but it's nothing specific or concrete.

With that being said, I need your opinion. Should I write a new crossover or should I go back and rewrite Ever Evolving? Let me know in the comments or through PMs on what I should do next.

For now, let's get back to this one!

Chapter 18

My phone rings and I press the volume button to cease the infernal sound. Instead of answering the phone, I text Leah instead.

We've been calling and texting each other almost nonstop for the past week. And so I was pretty sure I could correctly deduce the reason for her call. But I wasn't exactly physically in the right place for that sort of conversation to take place, not while there were supernatural ears present.

"Who are you ignoring this time?"

Speaking of prying ears… I look up from my phone and blink, watching Paul's eyes solely focused on the back of my phone.

"Uh, spam call. Did you know I can save on my electric bill on the home I don't own?"

He purses his lips together, a smile forming onto his mouth. "The same way you can extend the warranty on the car you don't own either?"

I laugh and throw a pillow at him.

He smacks it away in midair and retaliates by hauling me onto his lap by my ankle.

I squeal the entire way.

He laughs loudly, moving the now mess of my hair away from my face once I'm settled on top of him. He shifts his head to the side and surprises me with a searing kiss.

And though the kiss had come unexpectedly, my body instinctively knows what to do, melting into his arms and falling into the now constant haze of want Paul has always been able to pull me into.

A shooting thrill runs up my throat as his hands grasp my ass in a claiming manner. I expect him to forcefully grind me down onto him, much like he usually does whenever we find ourselves in this same position. Instead, he slows down our kiss, ending it with a last playful tug of my lip.

"Are you coming to the bar tonight?"

I place my arms over his shoulders, my fingers absentmindedly playing with the hair at the back of his neck.

"Do you want me to?" I tease, already knowing the answer.

He dips his nose forward, poking mine with his own. "I always do."

"I'll just distract you if I do."

"I enjoy the distraction."

I smile at his quick admittance, but end up biting my own bottom lip in sudden doubt.

Lately I've been hesitant to spend so much time around Paul. After what happened with Leah over the weekend, I was afraid I would accidentally slip and tell him everything. It was a secret I'd sworn to keep and there was no way I would break it and risk losing Leah's trust in Leah's secret wasn't the only thing prompting me to keep my distance from not just Paul but from the pack too.

I was also fearful that the guys would figure out just how close he and I actually were. Because for some unknown reason, Paul had become more comfortable around me, not bothering to hide our much more intimate touches in public. And that was worrisome to me. I didn't want them to be suspicious of us. I wasn't ready to deal with their opinions yet... I wasn't sure if I would ever want them to know about us at all. But now more than ever, it was imperative that they didn't. Because if they found out I've been keeping that secret from them, then they would also wonder what else I've keeping hidden from them too.

"I don't know… If I'm there every day they'll suspect something is going on between us."

The smile on his face disappears, replaced by a barely there wrinkle gradually forming in between his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something but then abruptly changes his mind.

"What's that look for? Do they suspect something already?" I ask, slight panic taking over my once joyful mood.

He shakes his head. "I haven't shifted with any of the guys. My shifts have been solo, almost everyone's has been for the past couple of months."

"Oh." I say in surprise, not having heard this information before. "I mean, that's good. It means no vampires."

He nods but doesn't say more.

"What?" I ask, feeling like there was something being left unsaid.

His frown deepens and he looks away from me for a moment, considering whether to speak his mind.

I grab his chin to pull his attention to me. "Tell me."

He hesitates for a long moment but inevitably gives in. "Would it be so bad if they knew?"

"Knew what?"

"About us." He clarifies, his eyes shifting between mine.

I pull away slightly, surprised to find he no longer cared to keep our secret. Especially when he'd never once given any indication to it before today… So what had changed?

"You want the pack to know about us?" I ask in confusion now. "Why?"

"I don't know… I just don't think it'd be such a big deal if they did."

"You think I'm overthinking it?"

He rolls his eyes. "I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to say it in those exact words." I argue, climbing off his lap, now feeling completely thrown off by this perplexing discussion.

His hands on my thighs tighten for a split second as if not liking the distance I'm trying to create, but his fingers eventually loosen and let me go.

"I was just wondering what would really change if they knew about us. They probably wouldn't even care."

He might be right, but how could he be sure of that?

He couldn't.

Not until we actually told them. But if we did and they reacted badly, it would be too late to take it back.

"They don't need to know. This doesn't involve anyone else but the two of us." I argue back.

Wait, is that what we're doing here?

…Arguing?

"You're making it sound as though you don't care. But if you really didn't, it wouldn't really matter how they reacted. You just said it involves only you and I."

"I don't care." I reaffirm roughly. "I just don't think I have to tell them everything I do."

"We've been having sex for two months, Bella." He suddenly states, as if I needed to be reminded of the timeline, as if it would make a difference.

"And?"

"And why hide it if we're gonna keep doing it?"

"Because I don't want to. I just told you that."

His jaw ticks and he remains silent for a long moment. "But what if I don't want to keep it a secret anymore?"

I frown at that.

Why would he want to tell them in the first place?

It's not like it was necessary information they needed to know. And since when was the wolf pack not knowing everything going on with me, a problem?

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

He shuts his eyes and closes his mouth. For a moment he just sits there as if trying to get a hold of himself. And then he shakes his head in disappointment and stands up, walking towards the stairs.

He looked visibly upset, and for some unknown reason, seeing him upset, makes me upset too.

A part of me is tempted to just grab my bag and leave. I hated arguing and I absolutely loathed uncomfortable situations such as these, but for some unknown reason I also don't want to. That part of me wanted to follow him up the stairs and say whatever he wanted me to say to make him happy again.

My fingers drum on the back of the couch as I sit there trying to make a decision, but eventually my stubbornness trumps every other feeling.

I get up and reach for my purse. I stubbornly march up to the front door and lay a hand on the doorknob, hesitating for just a second.

It's long enough for a sudden wave of regret to hit me, forcing me to instantly change my decision.

"Shit."

I walk back into the living room and throw my purse on the couch, heading straight towards the stairs. I hear nothing coming from Paul so I head into his bedroom first.

It's there I find him, sitting on the edge of his bed phone in hand. He doesn't look up, though I know he smells my presence.

I lean against the doorframe as I watch him, thinking of the right words to say to not really give in while also saying something to hopefully pacify him.

He looked dejected, his shoulder hunched down in defeat. His eyes pretending to look down at his phone though we both know he's not paying attention to what's there.

It only makes me feel guiltier for making him look that way. So I find something to say to make him feel better without accepting defeat or allowing him to make a decision I don't agree with.

"My mom knows about us."

His head swivels up, a surprised, albeit intense look in his eyes. "You told her?"

"She suspected it and I confirmed it."

He frowns at first, as though considering my answer worthy of acceptance.

It smooths out a moment later and a bright smile begins to form, as if my words had suddenly made all the difference. "You told her about us." He repeats with an almost sense of awe in his voice.

Why the hell did he sound so happy about that? It's not like I'd meant for her to know. But my mother had been apparently much more observant than I'd ever given her credit for.

And here was Paul, looking absolutely thrilled over the fact.

Fuck it, I've already said it. I might as well keep going.

I walk in and plop myself next to him on his bed but keep my face facing forward. I feel his focused gaze on the side of my face but I refuse to make eye contact.

"Not in explicit detail, because that's gross, but yes." I say with a shrug as if it were no big deal.

And it wasn't.

My mother being aware of us didn't change a thing. But I guess if it made him feel better about whatever it was that was troubling him, then I suppose it was a good thing.

My insides say differently. They protest, twisting and tightening in an unpleasant way. Panic starts to claw its way up my throat and suddenly stops, taking residence there.

Flee! My mind yells.

And so I get up, ready to escape this uncomfortable scenario in which I've suddenly found myself in.

When have I ever bothered to care for my past lover's feelings before?

Never. That's when.

I've also never bothered to argue with any one of them either, mostly because they never stayed in my life long enough for it to occur in the first place. Not to mention they were used to me keeping my walls up, preventing them from ever getting a glimpse of the real me. That side of myself I reserved for my friends, for the people who truly mattered to me.

So maybe that's why I had, somewhat, given in now. Because Paul was my friend and I cared about his feelings. My walls weren't up like they usually were because Paul already knew me. He knew a lot about me, actually. Personal intimate things I've never shared with anyone before. But that was only because we were close friends. I'd helped him find his way out of his once dark mind with our friendship. Helped him realize that the magic of his imprint wouldn't be strong enough to bend him to its will. It had bonded us in such an expected way that I don't think either one of us could have ever imagined.

That had to be it… right?

Paul's strong muscular arm suddenly wraps itself around my front before I can make my escape.

And I now find myself trapped under the doorway, so close and yet so far, with my back pressed against his hard, albeit warm chest. His hand slips under the bottom hem of my blouse ever so slightly, just enough for his fingers to caress the skin of my stomach in a tender, intimate fashion.

"Since she knows," He starts softly, his cheek rubbing against my hair like a cat. "Can I come in through the front door tonight?"

How he got there from what I've just said, makes absolutely no sense to me, so incongruent to the conversation at hand that I find the sudden question actually humorous.

I fight the impulse to laugh.

What the hell did it matter what door he came in through so long as he was fucking me minutes after?

I shrug carelessly. "I guess if you want."

I feel him smile against my hair. Then he surprises me by placing a playful kiss at the back of my head, and releasing me all at once.

"Great. See you tonight!" He says brightly.

I hear him retreating. I turn just in time to watch him disappear into his bathroom.

I frown, wondering what the hell just happened.

Sometimes Paul had the strangest reactions. Oftentimes leaving me feeling like I was now, content to see him happy but confused as to exactly how I'd gotten him to feel that way in the first place.

And just as always, I shake the thought away and let it go. I hadn't planned on leaving just yet but I was now feeling slightly out of my element. My need to flee hitting me full force now.

This time I don't fight it, grabbing my things without bothering to say goodbye.

The sooner, the better.

Once in the safety of my car while watching Paul's house slowly shrinking in size the further I got through the rearview mirror, that almost panicky feeling slowly dissipates. Releasing the firm grip it had on my throat and allowing for clean oxygen to finally filter into my lungs again.

Now settled, I dial Leah.

"Hey, are you home?"

"Uh, not exactly." She responds hesitantly, her voice sounding quiet and unsure.

"Are you okay?" I ask in worry now.

"Yeah, just kind of busy right now."

"Oh," I say, a little confused. "You said you wanted to talk to me about something. Sounded serious."

"It is, but… not right now."

"Okay…" I respond hesitantly, she sounded so off to me. "Are you okay?" I ask again.

"Uh, yeah, totally. Listen, I gotta go. How about I meet you at your house in an hour?"

"Sure, but are you sure you're–"

"Gotta go. See you in a bit." And then the line goes dead.

I put my phone down and frown, wondering what the hell was up with the wolves I've spoken with today. Was there going to be a full moon or something that had them acting so weird? I wasn't willing to call the other wolves to see if that theory panned out. Instead I focus on my drive back to Forks.

I stop at the diner to get some food, adding an extra order with the intent to drop it off to my father working at the station.

I haven't seen him since our last dinner after we'd spoken on the phone concerning my mother. It had been awkward to say the least. We spoke minimal words, watched each other when the other wasn't looking, filling our mouths with food to minimize words spoken. It had been unbearable.

But now that my mother and I were doing much better, I was willing to put my initial feelings aside. I wasn't upset with him any longer and I needed to fix whatever it was we had broken. And I knew it would be up to me to extend the olive branch.

I make small chit-chat with the waitress, who's served my father and I since I was a little girl, while I wait for my order. When I receive it, I say goodbye and walk out the door hearing the bell nailed to the top of the door chime behind me. I climb back into my truck and head straight for the sheriff's station.

I park my car in the nearest empty slot to the entrance and walk inside. I'm immediately greeted by Sharleen, the receptionist.

"Bella! It's been so long since I've last seen you here. Have you come to visit your dear old papa bear?"

I give a courteous laugh. "You know it, is he in?"

"Yes, he is, but he's with someone right now. Actually he's with–"

My dad's office door suddenly swings open and his eyes widen as soon as he catches sight of me. He startles for a second but quickly comes to, hastily shutting the door behind him.

"Bella. What a surprise."

"Hey Dad."

"What are you doing here?" He asks, still looking shaken at my sudden appearance. When he reaches me, he gently grabs my arm, moving us to the side and away from Sharleen's prying ears.

"I brought a peace offering." I say, holding the bag with his lunch inside.

His eyes soften with a crinkling smile. "You didn't have to do that."

"Maybe not… but I wanted to."

His smile slips and then his head turns back towards his office. It stays there for a few seconds and when he looks back, there's a slightly guilty look in his expression.

"Thank you, but umm… I actually have to get back to–"

"Work. Yeah, I know."

"Right, Work." He says with an agreeing nod. "How about you come over for dinner on Thursday? We can… catch up or something."

"Dinner sounds good."

He smiles ever so slightly and then he suddenly hugs me to him. "I love you, Bella. You will always be first in my life… I just wanted you to know that." He says quietly into my hair.

His deep confession had come out of nowhere, but I can't help it when my eyes suddenly go misty at the sincerity of his words. I swallow it down quickly, willing not to embarrass him or myself by crying in front of Sharleen. "I love you too, Dad."

He keeps me in his arms for a beat longer before finally letting me go. He takes the bag, with his lunch inside, from my hand, throwing me a grateful smile before he begins walking back toward his office. He pauses in front of his door, turning to look at me as if waiting for me to leave first.

Something seemed so off about him that I'm tempted to pry, but our last conversation hadn't ended very well and I dreaded the idea of creating any more tension between us. He was probably just stressed with work anyway, which was definitely not my business to know.

My dad throws me a parting smile and I automatically smile back, turning my back on him and walking out the door.

When I arrive at my temporary home, I place the food on the coffee table in the living room while calling for my mom. It's followed by silence, my mother not answering to my call like she usually did.

That's weird.

She never told me she was leaving.

I walk to her side of the house to hunt her down, but I'm surprised when I don't find her there either.

Huh.

I'm tempted to call and ask for her whereabouts but I didn't want to interrupt her if she were busy. She'd come home whenever she was done with whatever it was she was doing anyway.

Not ten minutes later the front door swings open without a warning and Leah confidently strides in.

"Hey bitch!" She hollers, going straight for the fridge.

"Uh, hi to you too." I greet back, watching her opening a bottle of beer and chugging the whole thing in one go, before grabbing two more.

She removes the lids and then walks into the living room, handing me one.

"You good?" I ask, slightly worried about her now. It was a bit too early to be drinking and she'd sounded so weird over the phone. I needed to make sure she was really okay.

She opens her mouth and then shuts it again, choosing to chug half of her beer before attempting to speak again.

"I've made my decision."

I nod quietly, waiting for the news on baited breath. I was hoping to hear good news. I was dying to play matchmaker. It definitely wasn't what I would normally do but the thought of Leah and Julian together made me very happy. I was one-hundred percent positive they would be perfect for each other and I couldn't wait for her to see that too. I knew she would.

"Okay, I'm just going to say it before I chicken out." She exhales harshly before she gathers enough courage to voice her final decision. "I'm going to accept the imprint."

I try my hardest to hide the giant smile trying to break out onto my face. Leah hated when people made a big deal about things, especially when relating to her.

"Cool." I answer simply, containing my excitement… just barely.

She nods and then chugs the rest of her beer.

Before she can get up I hand her my untouched one, figuring she needed it a lot more than I did.

She takes the bottle and after taking a deep chug she absentmindedly begins scratching off the label with her fingernail. "I need your help."

No duh. "With what?"

She turns to look at me then and I notice the uncomfortable, slightly pained expression on her face. "You know him. He's your friend. So the easiest way to get to him… is through you."

"Okay… what does that mean exactly?" Before I agreed to anything I needed to know exactly what she had in mind.

"I've been thinking about ways for us to meet again. I mean, I don't even have his number or any way to contact him, and I don't want to just ask him out on a date. First, I want to see if there even is real chemistry between us. I need to be sure that there's more to him than just the imprint forcing me to find him appealing. I want to see if we're actually compatible before I decide to completely accept the imprint and tell him about what I really am."

As far as ideas went, it wasn't a bad one. She needed a way to get to him and I was the easiest route to go about it. I knew she hated admitting to that, it was like admitting that I'd built somewhat of a connection with him first before she'd had the chance to. It wasn't exactly true, though. Julian and I were semi-friends, we mostly talked while waiting for class to start. Sure we slept together too, but had I known he were her imprint, I would have never dared touch him, not even with a ten-foot pole.

"So what do you suggest?"

"Invite him over."

"Here?!" I question incredulously.

"Yeah… tell him you're inviting him over for the weekend."

I purse my lips and frown.

Considering our past relationship, it sounded more like an invitation to revisit the past. And I was definitely no longer available for that, not that I would ever be again now that Leah had imprinted on him. But I knew exactly what Julian would assume and I sure as hell did not want him to come here with that kind of expectation in mind.

"That's kind of a weird request. What if he thinks I want him here for myself?"

She growls lowly at me and I immediately lift my hands up in surrender. I knew it was her wolf overreacting but the quicker I got her settled, the quicker we could come up with a more viable plan.

"I obviously don't want him." I clearly state first. "But he could get the wrong idea with that kind of invitation. I mean, we weren't really close until we started… well you know…"

She frowns and looks down at the beer in her hands. She lifts it to her lips and chugs the rest. When she's done she slams it down onto the coffee table in frustration.

I flinch at the noise, secretly hoping she hadn't just dented the table with her supernatural strength. Actually I was surprised it hadn't shattered on impact.

"Well I don't know what else to do!" She exclaims in frustration, standing up and beginning to pace from one side of the living room to the other. "God, why is this so fucking hard?!" She practically yells, roughly grasping onto the strands of her hair, almost pulling out the roots.

I immediately feel bad and think of a better alternative. I couldn't continue to let Leah spiral. There had to be something...

I had no issues inviting Julian over, but again, I wasn't exactly sure how he would perceive the invitation. We had to do something else to pave the way for Leah wouldn't be hard.

I knew he was already interested in her. I'd seen it in the way he looked at her back at the cafe, but we needed something more, for there to be a more solid foundation for them to build a relationship over. For them to start a connection and get to know each other without me so directly involved. We had to set up a scenario, much like at the cafe, where we could accidentally run into him and Leah and he could start a conversation…

That's it!

"Can you ask for the weekend off?"

She abruptly stops her pacing to look at me.

"I don't know… I could ask Paul. Why?"

"Because we can stay at my house near campus for the weekend. We can 'casually' show up at the same party Julian will be. I'll ask around to find out what parties are going on this weekend. I'll figure out which one he'd most likely show up to, we'll accidentally run into him there and you two can chat it up, start a connection. Then you can get his number and we can go from there. That way you won't have to use me to get to him again."

She bites her lip as she mulls over this new option.

I inwardly smile.

Though I can see my friend is stressed out of her goddamn mind, it's nice to see her so interested in someone at all. I knew it was just the imprint's power doing its work for now. But once she got to know Julian on a deeper level, she'd see all the great things I have and immediately fall head-over-heels in love with him. I just knew it. And if I was the starting point to get her to that place, I would gladly take on that task just to see my friend happy.

"Okay. I think that's a good plan." She finally agrees.

"I think so too." I reply with an encouraging smile.

Now that we've come up with a foolproof plan, I pat the seat next to me motioning for her to sit. "So tell me what you were doing earlier that had you hanging up on me mid-sentence?"

She rolls her eyes and huffs. "I was busy, you bitch."

I smile deviously, already suspecting what she'd been up to at the time of the phone call.

Leah looks away from me in embarrassment and it's like silent confirmation.

I laugh loudly. "You fucking stalker."

She turns only to growl at me.

I laugh harder. "I mean, I can't say I blame you. It's not like you can help it exactly..." I tilt my head analyzing her. "When did you start following him?"

She crosses her arms over her chest and looks away again. I swear to god there is a visible hint of pink in her dark cheeks.

I laugh again."Oh you secretive, bitch! How dare you not tell me? We've been talking every day, almost nonstop, and it's never once come up? I'm truly offended." I claim, pressing my hand against my chest.

"Not like you aren't hiding shit from me too."

My eyes narrow in an instant. "Hiding what according to you?"

There was no way she knew about Paul and I. I mean, she had suspected it at the beginning of our friendship, but she'd never brought it up again since that trip to the mall with Jess. Initially I'd found it weird, Leah was relentless when she set her mind on anything. So I hadn't expected for her to give up on something like that so easily. Until I figured she'd only bugged me that day just to get under my skin. Leah loved to tease and cause drama most days, and maybe I'd been a bit too on the defensive and she'd shrewdly caught on and decided to capitalize on my slip up on that particular day.

Still, there was no way she actually had proof of anything other than simple friendship going on between Paul and I. That is unless Seth spilled the beans…

I internally shake my head. There's no way. Seth would have called to warn me. That kid has never been able to keep secrets from me.

We glare at each other for a long stunted moment before she relents first. "Nothing, nevermind." She releases a breath in surrender. "I went back the same night. Followed his scent back to the dorms."

"Oh…."

"It's hard to resist… being away from him for so long. So I'd hide in the forest near the dorms for like an hour or so, just long enough to pacify my wolf, and then I'd head back home. But when I went back today, I saw him leaving the dorms with a group of friends… which included some girls. I got so jealous I almost had to tied myself to a tree so I wouldn't chase them away from him in my wolf form and expose myself. That's when I figured out I couldn't keep doing it. I couldn't just stay in the shadows without at least giving him a chance. I can't keep staying away... but I also can't give in so easily. I want to get to know him first before I make any concrete decisions."

I nod along, trying to let her know that although I might not understand how she felt, I'd always be here to listen. And I also wouldn't dare to make fun of her for it. I just needed to pry the truth out of her earlier and I'd known the right buttons to push to get it. Leah was a complicated woman but we understood each other pretty well. Which was why she'd trusted me to be the only person to know of her secret. Not to mention I'd also been physically there to witness it too. Though I'd like to think even if I hadn't, she would've told me anyway.

"I'm glad you've taken a step forward. And no matter what happens, whatever you ultimately choose to do. I'm here for you Leah."

She nods softly and throws me a small grateful smile.

And to rid ourselves of this suddenly emotional atmosphere, I make light of our conversation before we both become uncomfortable with my semi-emotional words.

"Now let's eat, I'm starving."

I immediately detect the hunger in her expression and laugh. She'd been so worried about her imprint I was pretty sure she hadn't even noticed the containers of food laying on top of the coffee table. A true wonder all on its own. She immediately gives in and we chat as we eat.

Sometime later my mom arrives.I turn to look at her over the couch.

"Hey, where'd you go?"

She looks at me, her eyes sort of bouncing around the room before finally landing on me. "Oh, just… around. I, uh, got reacquainted with someone I knew back in the day and we just got to talking."

"That's cool. Did you eat? I brought you some food."

She looks startled for just one unguarded moment before she quickly schools her features again. "No, I just ate but thank you. You girls keep having fun. I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay..."

She hovers just at the entrance to the hallway leading to her bedroom, a weird look on her face appearing before she shakes whatever it is and keeps walking disappearing from sight.

"People have been acting really weird today..." I comment to Leah.

She doesn't look in my direction, in fact, she ignores me completely.

"So since your mom's not hungry. Can I have her lunch too?" She suddenly asks.

I roll my eyes and laugh, "Sure. Go at it, wolf girl."