I'm All Yours

Chapter VI - Toy Story

Here's the new chapter! I'll be honest, this chapter is a little slow, but I just wanted you to all know a little bit more about Aiden, and especially Andy. Things will be making sense soon!

BUT I promise you the next chapter will have a little steamy scene in it, so look forward to that  ;D

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I'm currently seated in the massive living room, at a massive dinner table. Jeez, is everything in this house massive?

You know what else is probably massive? Aiden's di-

"Andy," Aiden's voice snaps me out of my dirty thoughts as I stare at him from across the table, me at one head, him at the other.

I thought it'd be a good idea to have as much space between us as possible, since I can't seem to trust my body when I'm close to him.

"Ask away." He says professionally, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back into his chair.

I clear my throat.

"Okay. So, um, yeah. Well," real smooth.

Aiden's eyebrow quirks up in amusement as he watches me stumble over my words.

Jerk.
A hot jerk.

I take a deep breath before trying again.

"Aiden, you're a werewolf." I state, although I'm hoping he cracks up laughing in my face for believing his stupid joke.

"Yes."

Okay never mind then.

"Oh. Um, how long, have you, uh, been a werewolf?" I ask uncertainly. This is definitely not a conversation I thought I'd ever be having.

"My whole life," he says smirking at me, "but, the first time I shifted into my wolf, I was thirteen."

"Oh, is that the normal age? For that?" Why am I so awkward?

"Yes. When we reach our teens, on our thirteenth birthday, we shift into our wolf for the first time. Once we first shift, our mind link is then opened to our wolf so we can talk."

"Wait, you can talk to your wolf? So it's not just like, you in a dog's body?" I ask interestedly.

"We are not dogs," He growls out lowly. Must be a touchy subject.
"we are werewolves. Bigger, better, than just a dog. But yes, we talk to our wolf. They are separate, but also apart of who we are. Just as they are a voice in our head when we are human, when we shift into our wolf, we become the voice in theirs, but we are still one."

I sit there for a moment trying to process what he said. I'll be honest, I got a little distracted by the stubble that I just noticed growing on his face. I didn't know it was possible, but he got hotter.

"Um, how old are you?" I ask curiously. He only looks to be a little older than I am, yet his eyes tell a different story.

A small smile slips onto his face and my heart stops. Hot damn! That smile. Please, please smile for me again.

"In human years, I'm 23 years old." He says softly, gauging my reaction.
Okay, 4 years older than me, not bad.
Wait, human years?

"What do you mean human years?"

"Werewolves age slower than humans, so although my physical appearance is 23, my real age is a bit older than that." He says slowly, watching me carefully.