Mine. Mate

7: Tristan do you like my sister?

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What??? Everyone on the table looks up at me, and if I could easily blush, right about now, I would be a tomato face.  

         As I look at Tristan, he looks... handsome this morning; he's wearing a plain white shirt, which looks great against all his tattoos, and jeans. He's calm but the way he moves you can tell he's strong, like a predator lying in wait. My body almost shudders it wants him to chase me. Ahh, how embarrassing, my mother is here for moons sake.

         He's sitting next to Skye and Star is across the table from him, they both look like they hanging off of his every word. Ohhh little girls. My mother is at one end of the table, and I see my father hasn't come home yet. Storm is drinking some juice and I see him smirk at me, I still am not talking to you. And there is also my cousin Mountain, great. The other pack members are probably still sleeping, only my mother's children are usually demanded to attend breakfast.

         "Bubbles? Like the ones you buy from the store and blow with a wand?" Skye asks turning to Tristan. Right, he could have meant those.

         "Nope, heart, I meant the one in the PowerPuff girls," he replies to her. No, I was right the crybaby character. I sigh, my mind is still too tired to fight the fact that he's sitting in my kitchen, eating what is probably my share of breakfast having a cartoon character conversation with one of my little sisters, who by the way is blushing. Blushing?

         "Skye move over," I hear myself say. Did I really just do that? Whatever, I'm hungry. I scoot her over and plop down on the chair and start to make myself some breakfast. I feel his heat from where I'm sitting and even if we aren't touching I get tingles up and down my body. It's unnerving.

         "What?" I tell everyone, they decided to stop and look at me after my request, you would think I just grew a fin on the top of my head and started speaking cling-on.

         "Honey, do you need some milk?" my mother says, a grin is playing on her mouth. I love this woman she knows exactly what you need.  

         "Yes, Ma. Thanks." She gets up from her chair and heads to the kitchen, I hear some banging of the cabinets, then she comes out with two cups of milk. One cup milk for me and a cup for Tristan, what?

         "I thought you would like some too," was her sweet reply passing the milk to him. Oh gosh mother, way to be so unobvious, you would think they were trying to get in his good graces and marry me off. Wait... I almost choke my milk out, fortunately, it didn't come out my nose but a small trickle did escape down my chin. Way to over think things there, Rain. I started to cough.

         As I was about to wipe the milk with my hand, a small napkin is wiped against my chin. Tristan is holding the napkin, and I look up into his eyes and there's a small hint of laughter. He starts to pound my back while the coughing went away. The warmth of his hands on my back almost makes my face turn red.

         The look on his face is... caring. It's like him wiping my mouth or being concern with me is second nature; but I know it's only because we're mates, he can't help but feel that way, these feeling we have for each other isn't real. I grab the napkin from his hand and wipe my own face.

         "Thanks," I mumble. "No problem," he replies. He smiles and my stomach flip-flops, oh man am I a goner?

         "Sooooo Tristan, how did you meet my wonderful cousin last night? Hmmm," my stupid dumb as* cousin, Mountain, asks. I'll strangle you later, cuz. He's 23, a year older than me, very handsome from what I'm told. However, I always tell him, he's the runt of the pack, but really he's one of the biggest for his age; he gets on my nerves every chance he gets, which is every time he opens his mouth to talk. So naturally, sigh, he's one of my closes cousins.