The Wolf's Witch (book 1)

39. Favourite Chew Toy

Kaitlin

Sethan leaned in. 

"No." I told him, flat out and covered my mouth while taking a huge step back. I had caved at the stadium and let Sethan drive me home. He'd walked me to my door, looked at me with dewy eyes and leaned in for a kiss. 

"No?" he sounded amused.

He could take this lightly but I can't afford to play this game with him. His touches were too addictive. It had taken me a month to stop dreaming about our first kiss. If I played along now, it'll surely go to my head and I'd get hurt. That hug at the stadium, his embrace... 

"Yes, no." I emphasized because I've had enough. First, vampires, demons and hellhounds. Then Sethan, Augustus, an elder fae disguised as a cute pipsqueak with an invitation that bursted into flames nearly taking my eyebrows with it... Now Sethan again. Who's next, Devlin? What's he going to pull? Shit, I just jinxed it. 

One problem at a time. "No to whatever this shit is. No." I repeated. 

Sethan took a step forward, clearly not getting it. 

I moved back, "Leave me alone." Quit playing with me. You can find prettier. Why does he want me again?  He would crack if he finds out what I do for a living at the shop for the fae.

Sethan sighed, a low and soft sound that had me squirming. I was ready to bolt. Problem was that he blocked my door. I bit my lip hard because I needed to stand my ground. I'd been invisible before some a-hole bit Jared and Javier took a liking to him. 

"To begin to sound and look even remotely serious, you'll need to meet my eyes first." he stressed.

I didn't release my lip as I forced myself to look at Sethan's nose. 

Another sigh from Sethan. "Are you scared of me?" he asked, shocking me. Was I what? Sethan took another step, "I don't think that is it because you slept so soundly next to me. My wolf as well." He lowers his chin, "Is it because I'm a werewolf?"

"Huh?" is all that creaks out. What the heck is he talking about now? I'm trying to make sense of his words but his mention of his sleeping next to me... has me remembering him gloriously naked from behind as he picked out clothes from his drawers.

He sounds resigned, "You know, given what happened to your parents?" 

"My parents?" I repeat and I manage to scoot my glaze up to between his brows. I'd wanted to look at him but didn't trust myself. The last and only time he'd kissed me, we'd been standing just about here. Before he'd been in the process of wolfing out but tonight he sounded almost as if- almost as if he was- sincere. 

"Why do you sound confused?" he holds up a hand to keep me from answering. I understand what he's implying, I'm just uncertain on why he's playing the victim. He's sounds genuinely hurt. "Forget it. We can talk things through on Friday. I'll pick you up at 7pm. Javier can watch over the shop and close up."

"Pick me up?" We locked eyes, Fudge. That dewy chocolate depth. It's too late, I'm stuck. 

"A date Kate." the corner of his lip picks up but there's no humor in his words, "I gather you've been on one before?"

My jaw drops, "You're, you're," 

"I'm?" he questions. 

I shake my head because he can't be serious. He couldn't. Could he? A date?  Wasn't this about me being another notch on his bed post? His ego not taking rejection? His wolf enjoying a chase? He didn't need to ask me out on a date. This was excess effort.