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Chapter 21 by Unquietmist Unquietmist

How long does it take for her to finally leave the bedroom?

A While.

I put the bacon and sausages on a plate and walked to my room. It's been awhile since Winnie woke up, and she hauled herself up in my bedroom. I figured a peace offering would warm things over between us.

I walked up the stairs, listening to the thumps and bumps echoing through the hallway.

Finally making it to my door, I gave it a knock, “Winnie? Can I come in?”

No answer.

“I brought you breakfast,” I said as I twisted the door handle.

Unlocked.

I opened it to find the werewolf sitting on my bed. She looked at me and sighed, turning her attention to the window.

“I thought you’d want breakfast,” I said, motioning to the plate.

She looked at it and slightly drooled. It seems that werewolves have quite the appetite. I grinned and got up, “If you don't want it then I guess I can eat it myself-”

“WAIT!”

I stopped, and looked back at her, she had risen from the bed, already within a foot away from me, “I-I’ll be downstairs, Just DON'T eat my breakfast,” she said narrowing her eyes.

“Scouts honor.” I declared. Before walking out with the plate. Not long after I held soft footfalls coming down the stairs, looking I spotted Winnie wearing jogging pants to cover her bubble bottom, and a button up a size too large to cover her freckled c-cup breasts.

She sat down at the table, and took a handful of sausages and stuffed it into her mouth.

Her eyes widened, and she took another in her hand. Preparing it to meet the carnivore’s stomach,

I chuckled, Guess she not big on table manners, “I take it you enjoying yourself?”

She stopped mid-chew. She gulped, blushing a deep red. “D-Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not really hungry, I’m just eating this because I don't want it to go to waste.”

I smiled, “Well I glad you're enjoying it, Winnie.”

She blushed harder, “You idiot...that's not a reason to smile.” She sat in silence after that. Then looked at me with a worried expression, “John?”

I looked at her, “Yes?”

She began to poke at her bacon, "I uh, didn't say anything last night...did I?”

I swallowed my food, “Uhh well…”

Tell her the truth? Or save her the embarrassment?

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