Page 16 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

“Great. How about I come pick you up in an hour?”

“Perfect.”

“Send me your location.”

“I’ll… send right now.”

I hung up, a grin spreading across my face. I hadn’t planned for this, but I wasn’t about to waste an opportunity. A minute later, Amelia sent me her location.

“Oh wow… her house is further than the hospital, I better leave now,” I said as I picked up my car keys and left.

I finally arrived at her house after what seemed like a long drive. When I knocked on her door, she immediately opened the door, and my eyes beheld to be the most beautiful being ever.

“Oh my …” I muttered.

“Is something wrong?” she asked as her grey eyes searched my blue eyes.

“You… are beautiful…” I said as I looked at her pink sweater and skintight black jeans which showed her sexy curves.

“Thank you,” she blushed.

“You’re welcome. Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let me just lock my door.”

Throughout our drive to the café, I couldn’t help but steal glances at her. Having her beside me was so amazing.

“Here we are!” I said with much enthusiasm.

“This place is pretty,” her eyes lit up.

“Not as pretty as you.”

She blushed as I led her in and sat at our table.

"You ever have one of those moments where you just don’t realize something is wrong, and then it hits you... way too late?"

"You mean like realizing your fly’s down? Or you have a piece of spinach stuck in your teeth?" Amelia raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

"No, no. It was a lot worse than that," I shook my head.

"Okay this should be good I’m listening."

"Okay, so here’s the deal," I started, running a hand through my hair. "A couple of weeks ago, I decided to grab a coffee at this café. I’m feeling good. I’m wearing my favorite pair of jeans, which, to be honest, I knew fit a little too snug, but I figured it was fine, right?"

"Uh-oh. This isn’t starting off well," Amelia looked like she was trying to hold in a laugh.

"So, I walk in, grab my coffee, everything’s going smoothly. I even managed to avoid spilling anything on myself, which, given my track record, was a small miracle. I find a seat near the window and start scrolling through my phone like I’m some sort of coffee-shop pro."

Amelia’s eyes were already gleaming. "Okay, so what happened?"

I sighed, leaning back in my chair, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"I don’t know how it happened, but I must have been too distracted, but I didn’t realize my pants had torn. Right down the back."

"Wait—what?" Amelia’s jaw dropped.

"Yeah, right down the seam, and I didn’t notice until I got up to leave. So, I’m standing up, thinking everything’s fine, right? I grab my coffee and start walking toward the door. And as I’m walking, I feel this... breeze. You know that moment where your brain starts to process something, but you’re not sure if you’re just being paranoid or if it’s real?"

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