His now blue-grey gaze did not waver as he waved a hand at the tea sitting on the table. "Drink." He said. "It's rose with juniper." If she wasn't going to talk, then he wasn't going to press the issue, but that didn't mean he couldn't try to stare it out of her.

Talaar couldn't help but chuckle, both at her question and her inability to withstand his gaze. "It's a plant, a bush really. The tea is made from the little blue berries that grow on its branches. I'm surprised that isn't common knowledge, it's not a rare plant."

Growing uncomfortable in his position leaning forward on his elbows, Talaar leaned back, allowing himself to sink into the deep cushions of the chair. His eyes never left Paradise's face, though. He would read every change in it, every waver. 

         Paradise smirked at him. And drank more of it. "Someone has probably had me taste this before. And I'm just forgetting. If its really-" She rolled her eyes at him, and smirked. "'that common'."

          When she finished the last of it, she set it down on the coffee table, and sank back in the sofa. He wasn't as rich as her. She knew that. But something about his house, made her feel warm. It looked nicer here, then at her house. But this was just the observation of the living room. She had no idea what any other room looked like. As she looked back at him, she noticed he hasn't took his eyes off of her. So she chose to do the same to him. She couldn't help but have a smile across her face, after a moment of staring back at eachother.

Talaar let the staring hold for a good, long while before breaking the silence by asking, "Why are you here, Paradise?"

He thought his timing was good, maybe she would be comfortable to talk now.

           Paradise sighed, and looked back at his eyes. Her eyes lingered in his. She got goosebumps as his hand layed lightly on her cheek. She smirked to cover up any reddness on her face, and said, "Thanks, I guess.." Her eyes didn't leave his, while she had this other pull at her heart. Something about how he looked at her, made her want to be closer to him. But she didn't move. She didn't dare too. Her eyes widened, as they still stared at his, and she stayed still. Not believing this feeling. She was also surprised how he hasn't 'rejected' her yet, or even looked away from her eyes.

Talaar smiled as well, rising and removing his hand. "You look like you could use some early-bird breakfast. Been up all night?" He turned, headed toward his kitchen.

In reality, this was his retreat. He had been inches away from doing something he probably shouldn't. When he rounded the corner and cut off line of sight, the werewolf leaned heavily against the kitchen wall, every bit of pent up nervousness letting loose in that single moment. He shook his head, recovering himself, as he moved towards the refridgerator and peered inside. He didn't have much, but it would be enough.

          Paradise sighed of slight relief as he let go, and walked away. The second the warmth from his hand was off of her face, her goosebumps eased. Blinking a couple of times, she looked back at him. "Well no. I fell asleep for maybe and hour or 2..." She shrugged. Not giving much details about how she woke up from her 'non drunken' mom coming into her house.

           She got up from the sofa, and walked into the kitchen. "I guess I could use some.." She shrugged, not knowing how else to put it, "  'Early-bird breakfast'. ". She smirked, and walked next to him by the fridge. But casually, walked away from him, and to the table. Being that close to Talaar, made her feel something she never felt before. And she loved, yet hated the feeling.

          Something then popped in her head. Was Talaar feeling the same way? Did he sense this feeling that was coming from her? What if she was making it awkward.... She sighed, and sat down on one of the chairs, around the kitchen table. Getting the subject away from her head, she said, quietly "I'm not THAT picky, I'm pretty easy with what food I eat so..." She shrugged. It was the nicest way to ask, "What do you got? I'm starving." . But she wouldn't dare say that.  

Talaar retrieved the potatoes and turned back to Paradise. He grinned, saying, "If you really want to, you can peel the potatoes." He swung the sack in front of her in a mocking manner, knowing that most people hated peeling of any kind.

He was acting mischevious to hide the fact that her mere presence was distracting his mind, making it wander in directions it shouldn't. Not once in his entire *random loud beep* years of life had the werewolf come across a person, more specifically a woman, who drove him crazy like this. He oculdn't make heads or tails of it.

(hehe, like my subtle ommittence of his age? X3 )

(( YOUUUUU use big words...:P LOL, I sound like a 5th grader :O ))

          Paradise grinned back at him. Trying to feel more comfortable. And denying in her head, that she was attracted to this guy. That couldn't be it. She grabbed the sack, and rolled her eyes. 'Sure..I'll peel them." She smirked, and asked, "Where's your knives?" As she got a couple potatoes out. She's done this before, though at her mom's house their are always maid's and stuff. So if she lived with her mom, who knows if Paradise would even  know how to peel potatoes. That's part of the reason, she liked living in her own home. Learning early about bills, and renting houses, and life in general. But she hasn't learned about love yet. That was her problem. Of course she's only 17, she shouldn't have to worry about it. But something about how even middle schoolers have dates, made her wish she had someone who really cared about her that way. She looked casually at Talaar again. No.... She shook the thought out of her head. Talaar doesn't care about her that way! ..Right? Paradise bit her lip at the thought. But didn't say anything.

(ommittence means left out ^^ I'm not sure if I'm spelling it right tho O.o)

Talaar raised an eyebrow questioningly at her, unsure of whether she was being serious or not. Nontheless, he pointed at a drawer and said, "Don't cut yourself."

If she did cut herself and drew blood, the scent of it would weaken his hold over Wolf, and both of them knew how dear Wolf could get. Considering the odd feelings he had been having recently, Talaar was unwilling to put the Wolf's desires to the test.

(cut her, cut her, cut her XDD )

(( I gotta go :(( !!!! BAI BAI

WHITE WATER RAFTING <3 WISh me luck! I've never done it before..

I am SO gunna cut her, when I get back <3 BAI ))

(( 'Capsize'??!! WHAT"S THAT!?

I survived, without falling off of the boat thingy! I BELONG ON THE SHOW "SURVIVOR"!! ))

          Paradise went to the drawer he pointed to, and got a knife out. Of course, before she lived by herself, she was just used to asking someone to make food, and her watching. Being lazy. That was mostly why she asked to help. The last thing she needed was for Talaar, to think she was some spoiled, stubborn, lazy rich girl that no one likes. She shook her head at the thought, by knowing the 'Stubborn', and 'Rich girl that no one likes' was very true. She looked back at Talaar, then at the potatoes she got out.

           As Paradise got the second potatoe in hand, she became more deeper in thought. Her thoughts went from her 'friends', to Danny, to her mom. But they always ended up with Talaar in these thoughts too. She smirked, and looked back down. Closing her eyes just for a second, from being slightly tired. The second her concentration was lost, the blade went on her finger, "Oh gosh..." she mumbled while rolling her eyes. Acting like nothing happened. She ignored the gush of blood streaming down her fingers, and kept cutting. Ignoring the stinging pain too. Hoping Talaar wouldn't notice.