The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Eighty-three: the date

Krystal's POV

   Have you ever had that feeling like you are carved out of a novel or some fancy artist's work? Have you ever felt like you are too picture-perfect even without trying? Well, that's exactly how I felt walking next to Lynn in the huge building they call a mall. It was my first time going out to a public place, especially without a disguise. It was the first time I wasn't walking in the shadows. Heck, that'd be impossible with how perfectly well Lynn and I attracted everyone.

   "We're werewolves, it's only natural that humans find us appealing to the eyes," Lynn said, but I still felt like it didn't quite explain the number of attention we were pulling. From the moment he parked his car in the parking lot of the building to the very moment we stepped out, we became the cynosure of all eyes.

   Since I wasn't used to walking publicly and without my mask, I almost gave in to the urge to disappear but Lynn entwined our fingers and started pulling me along, drawing more attention. At some point, he moved his hands to my hips, my waist, or around my shoulders.

   Was it fun? No. I still felt like we were too good to be true, I hated the way people took pictures and stared at us, and—most of all—I hated the amount of electricity coursing through my body from being too close to him, his hand touching me and his scents overwhelming my senses. I hated how my heart wouldn't stop escalating and I hated how happy it made me, despite being wary. I also despised how I secretly loved the fact that I was the one next to him, no one else but me.

I'll need to get used to these new emotions.

   I stood behind Lynn like a clueless child, smiling picture perfectly but a nervous wreck inside. He was bending over a glass table, observing some phones while I stood behind him, clueless. So far, he has already gone shopping like crazy. He dragged me to stores I didn't even know what they were about and bought me different things. Something about how he's my first shopping partner and the joy of squandering his money on his beloved girlfriend. In the past, Jena brought me the clothes and stuff I had, I never went with her so he was right, he was my first, and boy was I confused.

   I remember we first went to a dress shop and he went crazy with a fashionable guy in the store. They had fun debating what will look good on me, what will look crazy on me, what will look dangerous on me, and what will drive him crazy. He bought a lot of unnecessary things, things I'll never wear or maybe wear in the future. Then he dragged me to a female underwear store where—once again—he went into a frenzy with an older woman who was intrigued by his love and devotion to me. Rolling my eyes to that by the way.

    From there I lost count of the places we went. He had to pay shipping fees at most of the stores since we couldn't carry them all. Oh, he did buy some furniture and house stuff. I might have a house but except for my room—which only had a small bed, closet, and vanity table, the rest of the house was naked. I still didn't see the point but try telling him that. I was glad we started the date earlier than I planned. It's a good thing I listened to Frost when he mind linked me to change the time.

   "Merlynn, you know you are wasting our date time, right? It's past six already," I huffed. He hummed but didn't stand up. He insisted on buying the best phone for me as if I care.

   I shook my head and looked around. There were a group of girls who dedicated the last twenty minutes to giggling, snickering, and following Lynn and me around. They had placed it upon themselves to condemn me because I'm better than them. I knew they were envious, after all, I'm the one with him at the end of the day and they will forever remain onlookers.