Run Away, Pussycat

Opening Up

...Chanel's POV...

I was perfectly comfortable in the warm embrace of Luca, I didn't wish to open my eyes even though the warm rays of the sun were already cascading down upon us through the blinds on the window.

My laziness would have won out except for the small fact that I currently had to pee, really bad.

As I removed Lucas arm from my waist he grumbled thickly, "don't leave yet...its too early."

I couldn't help but find his protest adorable and fought back the urge to giggle, "I have to pee!" I whispered before turning around and kissing his chest.

After that he obliged me and I made my way into the connected restroom, once in there I sat on the toilet and reflected upon last nights events.

I closed my eyes and smiled as the memories flooded my head.

Once I finished I cleaned up and then moved to the sink, I washed my face and picked up my hair using the bobby pins from last nights style. I walked back into the room and found my underwear thrown in the floor next to Lucas top, I instantly placed both on (the top still unbuttoned) and then got back into the bed with him.

I adoringly snuggled into his bare chest and looked on as he smiled contently.

"Why'd you get dressed?"

"Because, like it or not...i do have to leave." I sounded..I meant for it to come out playfully...but even I could hear the underlying sadness.

"Wearing that?!"

Now I couldn't help but smile, "hey, you said I looked good last night."

"You do" he amended, "but it's a tad on the short side to walk out of this house."

"Well isn't someone acting possessive." I teased.

"I have every right to be possessive" he countered seductively as he sat up and began to kiss my neck.

As good as it felt I knew I had to stop him, I put my hands on his chest and gently pushed him back..."we can't."

He looked at me but didn't argue, I knew I had hurt him and in turn I had hurt myself...I didn't like to see the pain in his eyes.

He got up and pulled on his boxers, I looked away sadly. I didn't regret a thing that happened last night, but we both knew nothing could come of it.

"Put these on."

I looked back to see he had dropped a pair of black Jeans onto the bed.

"They'll be a little big on you but it's better than you strutting around with your ass hanging out."

His words should've been offensive but I could only find his worry behind them.

I didn't doubt Luca's strength and I'm sure he can take on even the toughest of werewolves...but here, in a pack where he is so easily outnumbered...I would do just about anything to protect him, and that means, keeping Vincent blind to what had happened last night.

I pulled the jeans on, as he noted they were a little loose in the waist, and only a bit long in the leg. I rolled up the hem of the pants twice and put my heels back on, if I had a belt this would actually look like a cute-ish outfit.

I grabbed the keys and knew I had to leave.

But I hesitated.

'What am I suppose to do now? Tell him bye, but how..should I simply say it, a hug perhaps?'

But he was the one that acted first by speaking.

"Go if you gotta go...do what you do best Pussycat, run away."