Page 13 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

She moves around the little shop with an easy confidence that tells me she loves being there.

Like this isn't just a job.

Like it’s something all her own.

She pauses long enough to tuck a loose curl behind one ear before reaching for a stack of books waiting to be shelved.

Something inside my chest just stops.

My Bear, who'd been grumbling about the three Sows beside me for the last ten minutes, suddenly goes utterly silent.

Then...

He stands up.

Alert.

Interested.

Watch.

I blink.

What?

Watch her.

My pulse kicks.

She hasn't even looked this way.

Hell.

She doesn't know I exist. But I can't seem to look away.

The tug inside my chest grows stronger.

Like an invisible thread has hooked itself somewhere behind my ribs.

Pulling.

Steady.

Insistent.

What the actual hell?

I've never felt anything like it.

It isn't lust.

Hell, I haven't even seen her face yet.

It's more like…

Recognition.

Like some ancient part of me already knows something my human side hasn't figured out yet.