Tylant wolf

Chapter ten

"Not true!" I cried out laughing as Peterson tried to tell me his first kiss story. "That's so gross!"

"I didn't know she was my second cousin!" He said trying to defend himself.

I made a gagging noise and he smiled at me putting up the fancy wine glass to his lips. "How about you Chloe, how many men have touched your lips?"

"Which lips?" I joked around.

He suddenly jolted up high alert and his eyes blazed with fire. "What!"

"I'm kidding I'm kidding! You need to learn to take a joke cousin kisser." I felt my heart beat pick up slightly at his angry face but it softened, leaning back in his seat he shoved a bread stick in his mouth.

"Okay well, my first kiss had to be when i was fifteen years old and I went over to my, at the time, boyfriend and we were playing this video game and when I lost I got all pouty and then he kissed me." I smiled at the distant memory.

Peterson snorted. "Lame."

"But kissing your cousin is so much more romantic. Tell me, how awkward were family gatherings after that." I smirked at him and he just grumbled loudly.

I took a bite of the pizza in front of me and looked around the gazebo still dazed by its beauty. Peterson went all out on it, Christmas lights hung on the side lighting up the area nicely, vines poured off the sides giving us privacy and the sound of river water brushing through was calming my nerves that were dancing like it was no tomorrow.

His face was so nervous when he showed me this, his eyes kept darting to mine and then the gazebo and he licked his lips shifting from foot to foot. When I told him I loved it he took a deep breath and that small smile appeared again.

"Do you like the clothes you got?" Peterson asked me, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I looked down at the plenty of clothes he had bought for me as before we came here when it was still light outside, we went out and shopped. Just walking around the city, being around normal people after so long almost brought tears to my eyes.

All the girls stared at Peterson with wide eyes and opened mouths, a few snapped some pictures and one even asked for his number. He would ignore them and put his arm around me.

Although it was a bit awkward when a cute boy came up to me and asked me for my number, he didn't leave with my number but he left with a black eye. Same thing right?

"Yes, everything was so lovely." I smiled at him and he relaxed even more.

We sat there in a nice silence for a while just eating and he stared at me, never taking his eyes off my face. "What?" I asked.

He shook his head and looked down at his plate quickly.

"Well okay-"

"It's just, I want to know if you are, if you know, happy."

I felt totally caught of guard by his question. "Happy?" He wants to know if I'm happy? He cares?

"Yes. Happy." He took a deep breath, swallowing thickly.

Happy. Am I happy? I've been taken away from my home, my family, friends, loved ones, and I'm treated like crap, forced to share a room with someone who hates me right now, I get shoved and punched randomly, glares, hatred. "I don't know." I answered honestly.

Peterson face fell and I felt bad for not telling him I was happy. Why should I feel bad?

"If it means anything, this moment right here, this whole day with you, it's the only moment I've been happy in a long time." I smiled at him and he lifted his head gently.