Curves For My Mate.

Chapter 17

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Enjoy!!

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"Let me love you Micha." I whispered again.

Micha pulled back from our hug slightly and gave me a surprised look.

"You-you still....want me?" He asked. His voice oozing insecurity.

"Ofcourse I do. I mean if I don't do it, who will?" I said with a sarcastic smile.

He gave me a genuine grin and pulled me back into a bone crushing hug.

"Can't brea-th.... slowly suffo....cating." at that he released me and took a step back. I felt a shiver run through me as I missed his warmth surrounding me.

"You are extraordinary you know that?" I blushed at his words but didnt say anything. I didn't really think I was amazing at all.

"Ummm so what are we doing today?"

"I have a lot of work to do so you can do whatever you want. Just don't leave the pack house."

I decided to stay in the office with him. He looked uncomfortable at first but soon got immersed in his work. I looked around the library, my heart beating faster every time I spotted a book I hadn't read yet. I absolutely loved to read and I couldn't wait to read all the books in that library.

I finally picked one, Frankenstein,sat on the couch closest to mate and started reading.

We both tried to concentrate on what we were doing but soon we found ourselves in deep conversation. We talked about a lot of things and I noticed my mate really lacked communication skills.

"So what's your favourite colour?" I asked. My mate tilted his head slightly and creased his brow making him look like a confused puppy.

"I don't have one."

"Ofcourse you do. Everybody has one."

"Well I don't." Ugh this guy is frustrating.

I gave him an unimpressed look so he sighed and actually thought about it.

"Black."

"Oh come on. Black isn't even a colour."

He raised up eyebrow so I let it drop. I didn't want him to stop answering my questions. This felt so normal. Me and mate having a conversation that didn't involve screaming and shouting or me crying.

"The day I found you. You were with that pup. Who was he to you?" I felt my heart speed up. Shit. I thought he had forgotten about that. It's not like I did anything wrong.

"Ummmm he was nobody. He just asked me to dance and- "

"And you said Yes." I could see he was getting mad.

"Well Yes,but.... but....it was just a dance. Nothing more."

"Is that so?" He asked. He voice low and husky,enough to make any woman cream her panties.

He stood up and slowly made his way towards me. I felt like the prey being stalked by a very dangerous predator,but I'm not sure I wanted to escape at all.

"Y-yes" I gulped.

When he finally reached me he pulled me up from the couch and turned me around so that my back was against his front. My breath hitched. What the fuck was he doing?

"Well that's not what it looked like to me."

"I swear it-"

"Maybe you liked him,cause he sure seemed to like you very much. Maybe he was your boyfriend. "