Chapter 51

Ebony's POV

We ate the best damn burritos on the planet before actually going back up the stairs and working. I’d heard Ford typing plenty during the days we’d spent in my dorm room, but he seemed faster now that we were back at his place. When I glanced over at him, he looked a lot more comfortable than he ever had writing on the floor next to me, on Teagan’s old desk, or my bed.

I felt a little bad for making him stay with me for so long, but then again, he felt a little bad for turning me into a werewolf. So, I figured we were probably even.

Around dinner time, I decided to try my hand at cooking for the first time in ages. I’d helped my grandma in the kitchen during holidays, but that was pretty much it over the past year and a half or so since I’d started college.

Ford, of course, came downstairs with me, and though I frequently felt his gaze on my back, his fingers were still flying over the keyboard while he sat at his kitchen table.

I danced and