In the Moon's Light

Chapter 8: What was I thinking?

Kat's POV:

Crescent is whining with happiness as he carries us across the yard. Over a hundred years old but by the way she is acting right now, other lou garous would think we were just a pup. What happened to our pride and dignity for moon's sake?!?  

Lean into him, please. I want to feel his chest against us as he holds us. Don't push it Crescent, be glad I didn't insist on walking. Hmmpphh.

Usually my wolf and I only argue with one another over trivial things. But as far as our safety goes we are one, without a separation or difference between our thoughts. It appears Michael is going to cause us to split from one another for a while. Don't get me wrong, I want nothing more than to lean into his chest and inhale his scent but that would not be a good idea. Instead I lean away from his chest, breathing through my mouth only, and remain as stiff as possible.

We continue through the yard and reach the front doors of the house...mansion....school....whatever it is. I don't see the other two or hear anyone else for that matter. I guess they are somewhere else in the house. I catch a whiff of air with multiple other scents, but none that smell as good as his. Like warm caramel and vanilla, with a hint of honey. He smells like a dessert.

No, he smells like ours and soon we will make him ours. Stop it Crescent! I mean it, if you can't behave I will cut you off. She gives one more defeated whine and hmmph before becoming silent again. My wolf is going to be the death of me before tonight's end.

We've started going up the staircase to the third floor. He's pointing out a few things in a whisper, classrooms and study rooms and dorm rooms mostly. I just nod as we pass each one. He is so gentle, I barely feel like we are going up stairs at all. None of the pack were ever this gentle with me, even when they were trying to date me and see if they were my link. He is beautiful and strong, reminding me briefly of one of Michelangelo's sculptures. I have the strongest desire to kiss him. I start to tell Crescent to shut up again but then I realize that this feeling is all me.

See you want him too. Prove it. Just kiss him, lean into him, something. No. I won't do it and the best part is you can't make me, ha ha ha. That's very childish. Says the wolf practically squirming with happiness that he's touching us. I wish you would just kiss him, at least once. Kiss him?

His lips do look deliciously soft and wonderful to kiss. I wonder if his kisses would be rough like the pack guys' used to be, or weak like most human kisses were. No, no, no. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. Encouraging whatever feelings he has for me is a bad idea. I'm not even staying here that long. Luna celebration is Saturday, meaning I'm outta here by Friday at the latest. Oh but how I wish I could stay here.

"Well, here we are. Your room madame, at least while you heal. The bathroom is through that door right there, it's a private bath, and your bed is the one by the window. Would you like me to turn down the sheets, fold the towel in an animal shape, or perhaps put a chocolate on the pillow?"

I can't help but smile a little at this speech of his, wondering how long it took him to think it up as we were walking up here. He's smiling nervously at me and I can't help but return it just a little. Then I remember that I'm still in his arms and my smile begins to fade almost immediately. I cannot let myself fall for this guy, I will not let that happen.  

Michael's POV:

I feel heat rise in my chest as she smiles at me. She smiled.....not a huge smile, but still a smile none the less. I'll take whatever I can get.

"You are quite hilarious aren't you? No thank you, no chocolates or animal towels will be necessary tonight. I didn't know I was staying at the Hilton. Although putting me down now might be a nice idea."