Chance Sheffield
"Is it bad?"
Chance swallowed a bit nervously, gazing at the wound. “It definitely could have been worse…” He brushed his finger over it, noticing the small amount of dried blood.
"I'm not sure how we're going to get out of this one."
Chance sighed heavily, staring deep into her eyes. He glanced down at her mouth and noticed she was biting her lip. He couldn’t help but be hypnotized by this action. She looked so cute and alluring at the same time. He just wanted to kiss those lips forever and stop her from ruining them.
Chance quickly jolted from his dazed state, returning his line of sight to her eyes. “I… I don’t know either..” He muttered.
"I'm going to have to go back. He'll probably kill me, but if he chooses that route at least he won't declare war on you guys."
Chance’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak, but shut it once more after realizing he had no idea what to say.
"This is all my fault. Not to mention, it's starting to hurt like a bitch."
“No… its not your fault. Its mine. It was my decision to… bite you.” Chance sighed loudly, a stressful groan following it. “I… I don’t want you to go back if… if he’s going to kill you.” He muttered, stumbling over his words slightly. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. However, he knew that her going back was probably the best for everyone, both the Pack and the Coven. He swallowed hard, gulping almost.
"We're totally dead, aren't we?"
Chance let out an anxious chuckle, shifting on the bed. “Totally.” He replied with a smile.
His smile quickly faded. “My dad…” He murmured under his breath. “I’m going to have to tell him… Can’t wait for that conversation.” He grumbled sarcastically, closing his eyes momentarily. In all honesty, Chance was panicking. The thought of losing Roxanne frightened him, but the thought of a war between the Coven frightened him even more. And Chance wouldn’t be able to deal with the guilt of causing both situations. He suddenly wrapped his arms around her protectively, squeezing her in a tight hug. “Do you really have to go?” He asked before biting the inside of his lip.
Chance swallowed a bit nervously, gazing at the wound. “It definitely could have been worse…” He brushed his finger over it, noticing the small amount of dried blood.
"I'm not sure how we're going to get out of this one."
Chance sighed heavily, staring deep into her eyes. He glanced down at her mouth and noticed she was biting her lip. He couldn’t help but be hypnotized by this action. She looked so cute and alluring at the same time. He just wanted to kiss those lips forever and stop her from ruining them.
Chance quickly jolted from his dazed state, returning his line of sight to her eyes. “I… I don’t know either..” He muttered.
"I'm going to have to go back. He'll probably kill me, but if he chooses that route at least he won't declare war on you guys."
Chance’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak, but shut it once more after realizing he had no idea what to say.
"This is all my fault. Not to mention, it's starting to hurt like a bitch."
“No… its not your fault. Its mine. It was my decision to… bite you.” Chance sighed loudly, a stressful groan following it. “I… I don’t want you to go back if… if he’s going to kill you.” He muttered, stumbling over his words slightly. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. However, he knew that her going back was probably the best for everyone, both the Pack and the Coven. He swallowed hard, gulping almost.
"We're totally dead, aren't we?"
Chance let out an anxious chuckle, shifting on the bed. “Totally.” He replied with a smile.
His smile quickly faded. “My dad…” He murmured under his breath. “I’m going to have to tell him… Can’t wait for that conversation.” He grumbled sarcastically, closing his eyes momentarily. In all honesty, Chance was panicking. The thought of losing Roxanne frightened him, but the thought of a war between the Coven frightened him even more. And Chance wouldn’t be able to deal with the guilt of causing both situations. He suddenly wrapped his arms around her protectively, squeezing her in a tight hug. “Do you really have to go?” He asked before biting the inside of his lip.