Often Hushed

Chapter Three (Part 4)

Thought that I should probably update twice today... Because I love you <3

Last part guys... Last flashback thing... :,-(

Mom and Dad left earlier in the morning, saying that the meeting they were heading to was very important. Dad elaborated that it involved a very easily riled Alpha from another pack, so they shouldn't be late. In Momma's terms, that meant they had to arrive thirty minutes early.

Jared entered just as they left, nodding to them and grinning. Dad waved and Mom smiled tensely. Her face didn't seem quite right- she liked Jared quite a bit and had no reason to be upset at his presence.

The door closed and Jared had made it through the hallway. On the other side of the wall, the car was starting loudly. Coarse clanking and bungling roars pitter-pattered down the short, sloping driveway and headed into Lily.

The blonde frowned. He gestured back with his thumb, turning a little to stare at the door. "What's up with them?"

I played with the hem of my flannels and didn't look at him. It was taking all of my energy just to avoid his gaze.

My wolf was insisting that I should get up and touch him, and I really wanted to, but...

I peeked at him. He was still eyeballing the door curiously. He was wearing a pair of black sweats and a light-colored t-shirt. Jared's hair was in a disarray, reminding me of an unsettled baby duck with down sticking up in all places.

He looked so young.

 Why shouldn't I kiss him? I questioned myself as my eyes followed the slope of his strong jawline.

Because. The smarter half of my libido interrupted. You two don't get to keep each other forever. You're just prolonging it! I frowned. Oh, come on. You know exactly where your mate is. He doesn't! You shouldn't make it harder for him.

I sighed. The smarter half was right... morally, at least.

He turned around with the question still written in his bright blue eyes.

Without a warning, my wolf launched me into his arms, sliding my fingers easily into the hair at the nape of his neck and kissing him. Jared grunted for a second, caught off guard, before he growled possesively. His hands trailed down my sides and latched around my waist. He held me tightly to him, fingers resting on the small of my back. My lips clutched his fervently, and I was filled with a desparation that scared me.

Jared squeezed me closer, and then pried me away lightly. I blinked up at him, breathing hard and trying to resist staring at his tender lips.

"Hi," he said, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Hi." I replied, laughing a little. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Jared began to chuckle also. "No chika can keep her hands off of me for long!"

I smacked his chest and pushed myself away, still smiling. "You need any food?" His enacity seemed to reach him at the most awkward moments. He nodded and followed me into the kitchen nearby, fingertips locked in mine. I pulled my fingers away, and tossed him a bowl and a spoon with one hand while opening the fridge with the other.

Milk.... Where's the milk? I thought as I searched the top shelf. I shoved aside some ketchup and a carton of orange juice before I could see the jug. Condensation was cool as my hand wrapped around the chilled plastic. It wasnearly all the way full.