time?"
He winced. Faelan had a sharp tongue, but it didn't usually cut that deep. "I just called to see if you wanted to have dinner."
Since they had dinner together at least four times a week, this wasn’t an unprecedented suggestion by any means. But she growled again.
"I don't. Leave me alone."
The phone went dead, and he put it down on the desk, turned away from the computer, and stretched his long, denim-clad legs out, propping them on his pine coffee table. He stared out the window at the crimson sunset, feeling a little bewildered. Faelan wasn't usually that short with him, and she was generally quite happy to have dinner with him. Their brief conversation had left him perplexed, and not a little hurt.
It was a cold winter evening, and he'd hoped for a little warmth and affection.
And instead it looked like he was going to stay cold.
*****
She
itched
.
After she hung up on Conner and threw the phone across the room, Faelan sat huddled on the bed in her apartment, scratching irritably at her skin. Ever since she'd put that damn ring on, she'd been itching like crazy. At first the itching had been confined to her right hand, but now it was starting to spread everywhere.
And it wasn't a normal itch, like she got from poison ivy or bug bites. It was a weird tingling sensation that she couldn't begin to describe. All she knew was , it was bothering the hell out of her. It made her want to get up and run at top speed around the room until she somehow outdistanced it.
She grumbled to herself.
Damn Conner
, she thought with annoyance, not for the first time. Other guys gave their girlfriends nice normal diamond rings in gold or platinum settings. But Conner being Conner, he just had to give her something unusual.
And it just figured that she was apparently allergic to silver.
Not a good omen, really. She was allergic to the first ring he’d ever given her. Maybe that was fate’s way of letting her know they weren’t meant to be together after all.
She shrugged that thought aside, because she just couldn't believe that. She was way too much in love with Conner to believe it. Conner was far and away the best thing that had ever happened to her.
But even so, she didn't have much choice but to remove the damn thing. The itching, tingling sensation ran over her skin in ever-increasing waves, making her squirm uncomfortably, making her want to whimper. It was slowly morphing from a sensation of itchiness to one of...
She wiggled uncomfortably, rubbing her thighs together. The tingling sensation was still all over her skin, every inch of it, but it seemed most intense right between her legs.
The truth was , she was starting to feel kind of... horny.
Damn silver,
she thought, and yanked at the ring angrily. It wouldn't come off, no matter how she tugged at it. Earlier it had fit just fine, but now it seemed too tight. It wouldn't even move.
She glared at it, and her eyes went wide with shock.
The skin around the ring was starting to turn silver.
Chapter 2
Conner sat alone in his office. The window was wide open to the cold winter night, but he hardly noticed. He was still seated at the computer, doing his best to get that website together, but he couldn't. He couldn't seem to concentrate on anything but Faelan.
The ring had called to him the moment he’d seen it, all but demanding that he buy it. He didn’t understand why he’d wanted to purchase it so badly, but he hadn’t been able to resist the impulse. Which was admittedly a little strange, in a guy who adhered to a strict monthly budget covering everything from car payments to candy bars.
He’d simply known it would be perfect for her. And, he thought, remembering the way it had looked on her hand, he’d been right.
And he'd thought.... he'd gotten the impression she thought it was perfect, too. The way she'd looked at him when he gave it to her-- he remembered the glow in her golden eyes, remembered her bright smile. He'd been certain she'd
He winced. Faelan had a sharp tongue, but it didn't usually cut that deep. "I just called to see if you wanted to have dinner."
Since they had dinner together at least four times a week, this wasn’t an unprecedented suggestion by any means. But she growled again.
"I don't. Leave me alone."
The phone went dead, and he put it down on the desk, turned away from the computer, and stretched his long, denim-clad legs out, propping them on his pine coffee table. He stared out the window at the crimson sunset, feeling a little bewildered. Faelan wasn't usually that short with him, and she was generally quite happy to have dinner with him. Their brief conversation had left him perplexed, and not a little hurt.
It was a cold winter evening, and he'd hoped for a little warmth and affection.
And instead it looked like he was going to stay cold.
*****
She
itched
.
After she hung up on Conner and threw the phone across the room, Faelan sat huddled on the bed in her apartment, scratching irritably at her skin. Ever since she'd put that damn ring on, she'd been itching like crazy. At first the itching had been confined to her right hand, but now it was starting to spread everywhere.
And it wasn't a normal itch, like she got from poison ivy or bug bites. It was a weird tingling sensation that she couldn't begin to describe. All she knew was , it was bothering the hell out of her. It made her want to get up and run at top speed around the room until she somehow outdistanced it.
She grumbled to herself.
Damn Conner
, she thought with annoyance, not for the first time. Other guys gave their girlfriends nice normal diamond rings in gold or platinum settings. But Conner being Conner, he just had to give her something unusual.
And it just figured that she was apparently allergic to silver.
Not a good omen, really. She was allergic to the first ring he’d ever given her. Maybe that was fate’s way of letting her know they weren’t meant to be together after all.
She shrugged that thought aside, because she just couldn't believe that. She was way too much in love with Conner to believe it. Conner was far and away the best thing that had ever happened to her.
But even so, she didn't have much choice but to remove the damn thing. The itching, tingling sensation ran over her skin in ever-increasing waves, making her squirm uncomfortably, making her want to whimper. It was slowly morphing from a sensation of itchiness to one of...
She wiggled uncomfortably, rubbing her thighs together. The tingling sensation was still all over her skin, every inch of it, but it seemed most intense right between her legs.
The truth was , she was starting to feel kind of... horny.
Damn silver,
she thought, and yanked at the ring angrily. It wouldn't come off, no matter how she tugged at it. Earlier it had fit just fine, but now it seemed too tight. It wouldn't even move.
She glared at it, and her eyes went wide with shock.
The skin around the ring was starting to turn silver.
Chapter 2
Conner sat alone in his office. The window was wide open to the cold winter night, but he hardly noticed. He was still seated at the computer, doing his best to get that website together, but he couldn't. He couldn't seem to concentrate on anything but Faelan.
The ring had called to him the moment he’d seen it, all but demanding that he buy it. He didn’t understand why he’d wanted to purchase it so badly, but he hadn’t been able to resist the impulse. Which was admittedly a little strange, in a guy who adhered to a strict monthly budget covering everything from car payments to candy bars.
He’d simply known it would be perfect for her. And, he thought, remembering the way it had looked on her hand, he’d been right.
And he'd thought.... he'd gotten the impression she thought it was perfect, too. The way she'd looked at him when he gave it to her-- he remembered the glow in her golden eyes, remembered her bright smile. He'd been certain she'd
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