I Am His Luna by Fanny Brook

Chapter 6

I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. Should I be grateful that he was willing to compliment me on how I smelled when I was covered in cream?

I gave him a dutifully sullen smile.

Enzo blinked. Then, he straightened up and said firmly, “I mean it.”

I nodded, pointing to the cream on my head to indicate that I believed his words,

He froze momentarily, then waved his hands. “No, I’m not talking about the cream. I was talking about your scent.” My scent? What scent?

I sniffed but didn’t smell anything good. Instead, thanks to the cream, there was only a sweet, greasy smell in the air. I felt like an expired cake. 

The urge to go back to shower and change clothes grew even stronger. I retreated backward, putting some distance between us. His eyebrows flew up higher at my actions. Just then, a scream suddenly rang out from the kitchen. 

“What is that smell?! Who burnt the cake?!” I winced and rushed back into the kitchen, leaning over the door frame to peek inside and found a cook holding a blackened cake on a plate, staring blankly at it. I gulped, completely dumbfounded. I wondered if the cook would kill me if I went in to admit it was my doing. 

“Is that your masterpiece?” I heard Enzo’s teasing voice from above my head. He was standing behind me and way too close.

head with his chin. He gave me a thumbs up and laughed, “That’s

half a day. I jerked backward. In my

I instinctively apologized, “Sorry.”

“Ouch! My toes must be

the end, I chose to ignore his words and left his arms. After confirming that he wasn’t seriously hurt, I went into the kitchen to apologize to the

she was about to grab my ears and criticize me, but for some reason, she held back and waved her hand dismissively at me

didn’t dare to lose

and gave him what I thought was a grateful smile. Then, I tried to walk around him to head back to my room, which was right next

I didn’t want to face

trap me between

was frightened out of

your eyes? Afraid that you can’t see me?” Enzo asked as he

I didn’t have those thoughts in my mind. “Then, I’ll

he was really good at fantasizing things. I was a werewolf, so I had excellent eyesight. I couldn’t

leaned closer, bending his neck slightly. He came closer and closer to the tip of my nose… The mellow smell of wine filled my nose, replacing all the oxygen in my lungs. I could barely catch my breath. Oh my gosh, what was he planning on doing?! I was so nervous, that I tensed up tightly,

being logical, my body’s only reaction to this was

from behind me as I pressed my head against