She Wolf

EIGHT

Half way through the movie, I had jumped about 5 times, embarrassing myself in the process. Eventually Yoongi kicked the foot rest out on the edge of the couch, pulling me up further on his lap.

"I thought you said you liked scary movies." He teased. His hand rested on my shoulder, slowly moving it down to rest on my waist.

"I do, but that doesn't mean I don't get scared when I watch them. And I hate watching them alone, so thank you for joining me."

"Thank you for inviting me." He said, his hand rubbing my side affectionately. "I enjoy scary movies, but I have to admit I am having more fun with your reactions."

I laughed, him chuckling along with me. I wiggled just slightly, trying to get comfortable, and he raised his arm up off of me so I could adjust. I did not notice that the bottom of my sweater had come up a bit, exposing a lot of my side and stomach. When I stopped moving and settled, Yoongi moved his arm back down, the pad of his fingertips softly brushing against my skin.

I shivered, and Yoongi took notice. "Are you cold?" He asked, making his palm flat against the skin on my side.

"No, your hands are keeping me warm." I told him. He then moved his fingers in slow circles, making even more chills scatter across my skin. I loved it.

Not very many people knew this about me, but touch was my biggest love language. Being an alpha female, I received very little intimacy from anyone around me. Touch being something I missed immensely.

This felt perfect.

I eventually lost focus on the movie we were watching and couldn't get away from the thoughts bouncing around in my head. I barely knew this person, and yet here I was cuddled up against him as his fingertips drew figure eights against my skin. I was comfortable. He didn't try to cop a feel, he wasn't trying to get me into bed. He was simply watching a movie with me and showed his interest with light physical content.

Then that got me thinking even more abut how in the hell he is able to do that. I was an alpha female. He was in my house, and my scent was everywhere in here. Even Minho, who wasn't my biggest fan, couldn't stay in this house longer than 10 minutes without completely forgetting his distaste for me and wanting to mount me instead. Yoongi had been in my house for nearly two hours now, with in close, close proximity and...nothing.

Nothing.

He wasn't trying anything.

And then I wasn't sure if I should have been impressed, or insulted.

Perhaps I was both.

He must have caught on to my lack of interest in the movie, because the movements of his hands stopped, and he lifted his hand from my body to pull the hair away from my face so he could see me. "You alright?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, a few big jump scares just happened in the movie and you didn't even flinch. Are you not paying attention?"

I sat up, and turned my body to look at him, and he wore the most confused expression. "You were paying attention to the movie?"

"Well yeah, it's a good movie." He replied. I didn't say anything as I stared at him. I watched his body relax, and a low smirk come across his face. "Were you hoping to not watch the movie."

"No." I quickly defended. "I'm just..." I felt exasperated. Was he not attracted to me. His body and his words were so opposite of one another. "Do you not smell me."

"Oh on the contrary I smell you very much."

"Then...how can you..."

"Resist? With great restraint, and wearing clothes that have been in your cabin for as long as they have, are not helping. That's why I'm paying such close attention to the movie, it's helping me concentrate."