"I know, I'm sorry," she replied, hiding her face against his chest and closing her eyes. "But there are a lot of reasons I couldn't say anything, you know? Things don't tend to go well for me in situations like that. ...you're in high school. Half the town still thinks I'm a murderer. And before you can deny that, yes they do, I can smell the fear on them wreaking up the grocery store every time I go. I didn't think it was a good idea to drag you into my shithole of a life. ...which is also why I was asking for the werewolves before...this. Not because I didn't want you. But because I didn't want to drag you down with me."

She pauses and then tacks on, airily, "and now I'm not sure it matters because you're covered in my heated scent and if either of them come over here, that's going to make things blatantly obvious, which I'm sure you'd prefer they weren't..."