Wolf...No. Werewolf...Asked Me To Be His Mate! (Completed, but not fully Edited)

chapter 13-What a situation! (Edited >< Kinda)

Life is funny; you go through it, then you die. And in-between that, things happen that are either good or bad.

It makes you wonder why there is life at all. Every day people get out of bed, do what they do, then go back to bed at night all their lives. So why then? Why do this over and over and over if you are only going to end up in a hole after so long? Why go through the hassle of life when at the end of it you die? Ever since my mother died that's the biggest thing I think about. I still, to this day, don't know the answer. And I wonder if my mum ever did.

I liked to think that she did; that she was able to die with at least that knowledge. Whenever I thought about it, I felt just a little bit better about her death, as if I had closure.

I woke up with my head on something soft and a blanket covering me, but I could tell by the lumps and bumps that I wasn't in my bed. My first about it was that I must have fallen asleep on the sofa after the crying I did.

But… sofas don't breathe. Was I going crazy?

I wiped the sleep out of my eyes. The one thing that I hate when I wake up is the sleep in the corner of your eyes. I found it to be a really irritating to get at it. I rubbed at my eyes and- I felt something move on my back. I froze in mid-action and slowly lifted my head. I felt confused.

I let a gasp escape and nearly choked on my own breath.

Was I really asleep on Toby? Oh God!

I carefully moved backwards. Hopping, really hopping that he was sound asleep. I didn’t want him to wake, then I would have to explain and I didn’t know what I would say.

He didn't move so I took it as a sign that he was out of it.

I watched him breath. He looked so calm. How can something so angelic looking be a werewolf? I looked behind me. His arms rested on my back. If any other person had done that I would have slapped him, but I didn't really want to hurt him. The man had been through enough. That and I didn't seem to mind that he had his arms around me.

I found it unusually comfortable.

I tried to move my legs, but they just have to be intertwined with his. Both his legs holding mine in place. I put my hands on his stomach and tried to un-intertwined them or at least lift his legs to slip mine out from between them.

Well I did say tried.

No matter what I did I would just loss my balance or I would move too fast. Once or twice Toby moved with my legs and we just want back to how we started.

I was starting to think he may be awake and just playing with me or something.

I gave up soon after the fourth try.

I didn't want to spend first thing in the morning getting frustrated.

I let a sigh and clutched my hands before letting them go again. I sat there thinking of what to do. Waking Toby up was not on the list. The sound of the rain dripping outside was making me sleepy again. Maybe if I just go back off to sleep... then Toby can wake up and sort it out, without me getting involved.

 I tried to get comfortable, but I found it hard to sleep with my legs criss-crossed.

I gave up on going to sleep too. It just wasn't going to happen. Not any time soon. My hands still rested on his stomach. I could feel through his shirt that Toby either had a six or eight pack. My fingers ran across them on their own. They must like them as much as I do.

Just thinking about them made me blush. Was I really going to be the mate of a werewolf? Or I should say. Am I really the mate of a werewolf?

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