Sparks Fly

Emily. Leo stood there, looking slightly disheveled but back in human form. His golden eyes met mine, filled with a mix of emotions I couldn't quite decipher. "Hey," I said softly, suddenly feeling shy. "You, uh, feeling better?" He ran a hand through his tousled hair, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't mean to freak you out." I shrugged, aiming for nonchalance. "It's fine. I get it, werewolf stuff and all that." Leo's expression turned serious. "It's more than that, Emily. You... you do things to me. To all of us. And I'm sorry if we came on too strong earlier. We just... we want you so badly, it's hard to control ourselves sometimes." I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "I... I don't know what to say to that." He took a step closer, his scent – pine and musk and something uniquely Leo – enveloping me. "You don't have to say anything. Just... give us a chance? Let us show you how good we could be together?" I looked up at him for a momen