"I was kidding," Derek tells her, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "I don't eat people, Bianca. Jesus."
He smiles indulgently at her and hooks his thumb over his shoulder, taking a step backwards into the moonlight. "Well, if you trust this werewolf enough to follow him into the woods, I'll tell you all about it. You seem like the question having type."
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Date: 2015-08-07 07:44 am (UTC)He smiles indulgently at her and hooks his thumb over his shoulder, taking a step backwards into the moonlight. "Well, if you trust this werewolf enough to follow him into the woods, I'll tell you all about it. You seem like the question having type."