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

~3~ Love Thy Wolf Mate

Love Thy Wolf Mate

Three:

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

I'm a coward. I'm a dirty, no good, low down, sorry excuse for a sister. And I'm a coward. There I've admitted it, my conscience is clean. Sort of. Okay, so maybe its not clean exactly, but whatever. Its not like its easy to come out and tell my sister what I was almost doing with her boyfriend before she came home last night.

And what did I do when she came home? I hid, like that coward that I am. I did exactly what Luke said: stayed in my room and waited for him to call me, feeling completely pathetic as I did so. And when Kayla come home I shut the curtains over my windows, locked my bedroom door and shut out the lights. Which is where I've been all day; hiding from my sister like a friggin criminal.

I'm seriously getting tired of asking myself what my problem seems to be when I never get an answer.

Why can't I just tell her what happened? Why do I have to bury my head under the covers, every time she knocks on the door, pretending to be asleep? I could have just told her last night, right after it happened. But no, I had to listen to Luke. Luke of all people!

This is all his fault to begin with, why on Earth am I listening to a word he says? And why do I keep replaying that kiss over and over in my mind, like a broken record? Isn't it bad enough that I kissed him in the first place, now I can't get it out of my head? And not because I regret it.

And besides, its not like its helping anything. But every time I close my eyes to actually sleep I'm sucked right back into that moment. Its like I'm reliving every single touch, every breath, every sound that came out of his mouth. And it doesn't help that Kayla's right outside my door every hour asking why I won't com out of my room. If she knew why she'd never speak to me again.

And my sister is the only thing I have. God love my parents, but neither Kayla or I have a very good relationship with either of them. So my sister is really the only family I have any sort of close relationship with at all. Telling her that I almost had sex with her boyfriend on our 18th birthday would ruin that. I don't want to ruin the relationship I have with my sister so telling her is so out of the question.

But the guilt is going to end up eating me alive, from the inside out.

The loud knock on my bedroom door has me cringing back into my pillows, pulling the blankets over my head. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as Kayla knocks again, praying she'll leave without bothering me again. “Micah, if you don't come out right now I'm calling Jack to come over and drag you out.” She shouts through the door and I can just picture her glaring at the door.

She'd be standing in the hall with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently. Because that's always what she does when I ignore her the way I am. Which really isn't very often.

I groan at the warning in her voice. Knowing Kayla she'd make good on her threat to call Jack and knowing Jack he'd be more than happy to come over and drag me kicking and screaming from my bed.

And with Jack comes Luke. The two have been attached at the hip ever since Luke moved in across the street, With them being so close, though, I wonder if Luke would have told Jack what happened last night. Or almost happened.

“Micah, please come out. Honey, I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong.” Kayla sighs loudly, jiggling the door handle. “Please let me in, sis. Please?”

I stay silent, curling onto my side against the urge to open the door and tell her everything. Telling her the truth would do me no good and I know it. But how long will I really be able to keep from telling her? Not telling her what happened with Luke is already making me sick to my stomach. How much longer will I really be capable of not speaking to her?