You can't be serious!" I exclaimed as Kristin changed the channel to America's Next Top Model apparently it was her guilty pleasure.
I would have rather stabbed myself in both eyes repeatedly!
We were sitting on the couch and had the house to ourselves. Her sister Belle was at Lydia's house- whoever that was while her mother was at work and Elle was at my place. As soon as we walked through the door she made up a lame excuse of needing to borrow sugar.
Real subtle Elle. I rolled my eyes at the thought.
Elle was ecstatic that Kristin and I were dating. She was still 100% sure Kristin had the werewolf gene, and I wondered how long she was going to cling to that belief. Maybe until the day she died but that was no way to live.
"I'm very serious." Kristin moved the remote out of my reach as I tried to grab it; her head was resting against my chest and I had my arm around her.
"Can't you torture me some other way?" I pleaded and Kristin laughed as she sat straight and faced me.
"I will give you the remote on one condition." Her smile turned into a smirk and I had an idea of what she wanted.
"Go on." I encouraged her.
"Kiss me." She demanded as her blue eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Why can't you be one of the shy girls?" I sighed dramatically. I loved kissing Kristin, but it always got too heated too quickly. I hated having to stop just when the fun was starting, but I couldn't risk shifting when I was with Kristin.
"Where is the fun in that?" she smirked.
"Okay but then I get the remote." I agreed. How could've I said no. All I thought about was being with Kristin.
"Deal," I inched my face closer to Kristin's deliberately taking my time before pressing my lips against hers. While she was distracted I quickly yanked the control from her hands and pulled away.
"Hey no fair," Kristin complained and I smirked before I shrugged my shoulders.
"You didn't say it couldn't be a peck." I pointed out and she huffed in annoyance in return.
Since we had the house to ourselves I was worried Kristin would want to have sex if things got too heated. It wasn't because I didn't want it; it was because I still needed more practice at making out before I could even try having sex with her.
That alone was torture.
"Besides aren't you going to ask me to the dance?" I fluttered my eye lashes and asked in a high pitched voice; trying to sound like a girl although I just sounded creepy. Like something out of a twisted horror movie.
The winter formal was on Tuesday; in three days and dances definitely weren't my thing but I didn't want Kristin to miss out not because of me.
"I just assumed you wouldn't want to go." Kristin shrugged as I changed the channel to MTV. I wasn't a huge fan of Pimp My Ride, but it was better than America's Next Top Model.
"But do you want to go?"
"You would go?" Kristin asked shocked.
"For you," I knew I sounded cheesy but it was the truth. Kristin was changing me and I didn't care. I liked being with Kristin.
Seriously? Why don't you just cut off our balls, put em in a pretty box and hand them over to her. My wolf raged.
"So you dance?" Kristin asked surprised.
"Yeah I could probably teach you a thing or two." I teased and lied. I didn't dance ever. Not in the privacy of my room and definitely never in public.
