Claimed By Wolves (BL)

Nine: Just a kiss.

The days dragged on with Blake and his confusing gestures. First, he sleeps next to me; second, he'll leave in the morning without a word, through the window; and lastly he hugs me to death when we sleep.

The first time I found out he was unconsciously trying to kill me was one I woke up in the middle of the night, choking on air. I had to shove away the heavy log that squeezed my neck to death. The log which is also known as Blake's huge arm. I heard him groan as the arm slid back on my chest, rendering me from moving.

I love the touchiness here but it is very uncomfortable. That night, I stayed up and decided to talk to him about it. Because he obviously likes me and it seems like he himself is confused with his feelings. So when the sunlight hit my face I hear him moan as he stretched his arms out, finally letting me go. I propped myself up then sat, Indian-style, facing him.

He groaned and grunted some more as he finally shifted himself and turned to me. Shock glistened in his eyes as he saw me sitting.

"You're awake..." He said and I barely caught it.

"No I'm not, I'm sleep sitting—DUH! I'm awake! I've been so since the past few hours when you unconsciously choked me to death!" Again, he was surprised with my sudden change of emotion and tone.

"What're you talking about?" He asks as he sits up, facing me.

"I'm talking about us." He looked surprised, again, and so was I at my words. "I-I mean... what are we? Why are you sleeping with me? You haven't even confessed and I haven't even accepted you." His face showed the emotions I had—my 'what the hell was I talking about?' emotions.

"There's no us." He simply said as he moves his legs out of the bed and stands up with his butt on me. I mean back. I mean—

"Why the hell are you naked?!" I yelled as he slips on a pair of shorts from the floor. He turns to me when he finally had the shorts on.

"I sleep naked." Like that's enough of an explanation. He suddenly leaned in making me move back. He crawled towards me and kissed my cheek, making me stare at him is confusion, surprise, anger and confusion again.

"What the hell was that?" I gasped as if what he did took the air out of me. He crawled back and stood up in all his muscleness glory. My eyes unconsciously drifting down and abruptly stares back into his when I saw something scary.

"A kiss...?" He asked, confused as he trudges towards the window.

"Y-you do that every morning?" I didn't know why I had that idea, but I just had the sense he did so. He looked at me again with the same confused expression.

"Yeah. Why?" He opens the window pane and moves out his right leg.

"And you say there's no 'us'!?" I yelled in annoyance. This guy was confusing. Like my handsome face! I bet I fumed when he rolled his eyes.

"It's just a kiss." He finally said as he fully slips out of the window, leaving me stunned.

I groaned in frustration as I let myself fall back on the bed. Face first.

It was just a kiss.