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When she came closer to him and leaned against him he breathed in her scent heavily, sighing as her felt her warmth against him. This girl could always intoxicate him, and he always had to resist the urge to get more intimate with her, fearing that somehow his other side would show. Of course while the times that his werewolf side would start to show itself, such as in his senses and strength, only occurred as the full moon drew closer, he could still tell that while in the midst of... passionate activities, those attributes could sometimes appear even when the full moon was no where in sight. He didn't want to risk the wolf taking control during that time and possibly hurt Stella. Such a situation had actually happened once before, soon after he had run away from home and had found a woman to engage his mind with things other than thinking that he was a monster. It hadn't been all that close to a full moon but somehow his wolf side had clawed it's way into the front of his mind and had taken over, it's immense strength nearly killing the poor woman. After that, Terence had been very careful about such things, and while he didn't become abstinent he did make sure to take every precaution to stay in control of himself.

As Stella pulled away Terence brought his thoughts back to their conversation.
"I would love that actually, you know how much I love an actual cooked meal," he grinned. He was no where near a cook himself, and usually survived off of microwave dinners and take out. Stella had been somewhat the same way but recently had begun learning more about real cooking, and he happily devoured whatever she made him.

He leaned back onto his hands, the dark wood-flooring beneath them cool to the touch. He looked around the room and let a small sigh escape his lips. Getting everything unpacked would probably take all day.
It was better to just get it over with though, so Terence reached forward to slip his shoes off and set them in the shoe rack on the wall next to the front door.
"Might as well start unpacking, don't you think?" he asked Stella, pulling his arms up over his head to stretch them out.
He walked over to the nearest box and pulled the flaps open, revealing small knick-knacks wrapped in tissue paper to keep them from breaking.
Usually he didn't consider himself the type of man who cared about such things but now he could feel a slight frown on his face as he looked through the dainty, girly things that would soon be placed around his apartment. He had never faced this situation before, had never in his adult life been so far into a relationship for a girl to move in with him. His apartment had the typical male vibe about it, with no unnecessary decorations placed about on the shelves, tables, or walls.
It was the first step in becoming more serious though, and he knew it was part of the deal. When the girl moves in, you allow her to decorate and make herself feel at home. He could man up and take a little feminine touch though, it shouldn't be too difficult, and Stella would be worth it.

However, his frown deepened as he turned to a small box on the table and discovered a multitude of feminine hygiene and beauty products and he could tell this wouldn't be as easy as he thought it would be.