Starbucks Love Quest <3

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

            After breakfast of Tyler explaining all the Werewolf stuff I couldn’t help but think he was hiding something… important. I looked over at him where he was sitting in front of the TV screen. I sighed. “Tyler.” I said. He paused the TV and looked over at me. “how did you know I was you’re…” I paused. Feeling uncomfortable saying the word. “mate?” He asked. I nodded. “Well… remember how we met?” he asked. I nodded. “well duh.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Anyways you turned around so quickly in the line for coffee I wasn’t 100% positive you were ‘the one’ so I got my drink and sat with you. I wanted to see if you were my mate.” He paused to look at my reaction then he diverted his eyes from mine to look out the window. “You were so cute when you told me to go ask Barbie-If I remember correctly her nickname… and I could tell immediately… you were jealous.” He said smiling out the window as if recalling that day. “I was not…” I said crossing my arms. “I could smell it.” He stated bluntly. Then he chuckled.

            “It was August 12. You were wearing a grey jacket and your hair was in a pony tale. I couldn’t keep my eyes off your legs in that pencil skirt might I add.” He said looking over at me with a smirk. I was wearing my jean pencil skirt that day. It went about 2 inches over my knees. “Your shoes made your legs looks perfect… but they didn’t need perfection. You also had a scent that captured my attention. I could tell it was you… I couldn’t stop smelling it. It was so beautiful.” He continued walking up to me. I blushed crimson. “You’re so beautiful.” He said brushing his hand over my cheek. I unconsciously leaned into his hand and he smiled. “So… perfect.” He whispered into my neck.

            I was completely dumb-founded. Nothing has ever made me weak in the knees like his speech. I didn’t know what to say. I mean how could I when I could barley breath.

            He noticed my delay in a response and he pulled away smiling a genuine smile. “breathtaking” he whispered as his lips landed on mine. Gentle sweet but also teasing and leaving me wanting more. He pulled away a little and I thought he was done. I looked up at him not moving from my position. “I want to see you come for me.” He said smiling. I did just that. I leaned in kissing him with as much passion as I could muster.

            My heart was racing and I could feel his race too. He brought me on to his lap and I was now straddling him. I could feel his ‘friend’ racing as-well on the inside of my thigh causing me to gasp.

            My mind wanted to think about other things like why I was allowing myself to do this. But as the kiss got deeper the wonders and questions faded away. Quickly. We both pulled away to catch our breath and he leaned his head on mine. “If that’s how you kiss when I ask you too I am always going to be asking.” He said smirking playfully. I blushed. “only on Saturdays…” I said. A look of confusion crossed his face. “But its Tuesday?” he said I smiled pecking him on the lips then I whispered “I know.” Before jumping off his lap and running in my room to hopefully control my hormones and to scold myself for doing that.