Love Thy Wolf Mate (Book 1: Mated Midnight Series)

~2~ Love Thy Wolf Mate

Love Thy Wolf Mate

Two:

~~~~Micah's P.o.v.~~~~

No, no no, no, no, no. This is just a bad dream. It has to be, right? I did notjust kiss Kayla's boyfriend. It didn't happen. It couldn't have. What am I supposed to tell her? How am I supposed to explain how this could have happened? And on our birthday no less? Its bad enough Luke and I kissed at all, but did it have to happen on our birthday? She'll never forgive me for this. It won't matter if it was a misunderstanding. She'll hate me for this.

“Shit, shit. Shit. What did I do? How could I not have known? Shit. What have I done?” Luke mumbles to himself, hands tugging at the ends of his hair. “Fuck.”

Part of me wants to apologize, but I don't see how any of this is my fault. He was the one that kissed me. Not the other way around. And I tried to tell him I wasn't Kayla, but he just kissed me before I could get the words out. And it doesn't even matter that I may have liked the kiss, however brief it may have been.

“Luke?” People were watching, confused little frowns on their faces and some were even whispering. The last thing either of us need at the moment is someone running across the street to tattle to Kayla. “Luke, I think we should go inside and talk about this.”

We needed to talk about this, right? I mean, it wasn't like we could just pretend it hadn't happened. I, for one, know I won't be able to keep this a secret from my sister. I just don't want to be the one to tell her. This is all Luke's fault, so he should be the one to tell her, not me.

“You have no fucking idea.” I frown at his back as he walks through the back door, heading straight for the stairs.

It was just the kiss. Of course, Kayla won't see it that way. But its not like its the end of the world, at least not my world. His world, Kayla's world maybe. Hopefully though, she'd see that I hadn't meant to end up kissing him. Hopefully, she won't blame me for her boyfriend's mistake.

“What do you mean, I have no fucking idea? We kissed Luke, I was there, remember?” The glare he shoots me over his shoulder has me biting my lip to hold back another smart assed retort. We may have kissed, but he still scared the hell out of me, especially when he's angry. And angry doesn't even begin to describe the look on his face right now.

“Exactly, Micah. We kissed, you don't even realize how screwed up the situation is now.” He stomped into my bedroom, waiting for me to walk in as well before slamming the door shut and turning the lock. He cusses under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he started pacing in front of my bed.

“Technically you kissed me.” He stopped back tensing as he propped his hands on his hips. “If you had let me talk rather than interrupting my every sentence you would have known I wasn't Kayla. And you wouldn't have kissed me.”

I go to continue my rant when he spins on me, silencing me with a single look. “Yeah, you tried real damn hard to tell me who you were, didn't you. Damn it, Micah how the hell are we going to explain this to your sister? And where is she in anyway?”