Ten Reasons NOT to Fall in Love With a Bear

Reason #7

Reason #7

            I wanted to kill him. I wanted to hurt him so bad that he would never ask again. Who? My father.

            Joey had been with us for one month and every single day when I walked past my dad, he would ask, “Have you mated yet?” Every single time I would resist the urge to punch him. I knew it was wrong to want to hit my parent, but it would so be worth it if he would stop talking about mating.

            “Have you mated you?” My father chuckled, passing me on my way back downstairs.

            “No dad.” I glowered at me.

            “Why not?” He asked, turning around to face me.

            “Because, Joey may be my ‘mate’ but that doesn’t make me want to do the dirty with him immediately. And just so you know, normal fathers frown upon their daughters having sex.” I sighed and turned around.

            My dad stopped me. “I just want you to be happy,” he told me. “I thought that you wanted to shift…”

            “Dad… I’m fine with being a regular human. I don’t have to be a shifter to be happy.” I embraced my father and hugged him tightly. “I know you’re worried about me, but I’ll be okay, alright? Just don’t worry about me.” He nodded. “And dad, we’ll mate eventually. For now, just stop pushing it. I feel like we’re being forced together and I don’t want to be forced with him.”

            “Okay sweetie.” He kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry but you only have another month before I ask again.” He chuckled.

            I rolled my eyes. As expected, Joey was waiting for me on the couch. I sat down next to him. As soon as he’d told me he remembered everything, we started to become closer. Every night, he would tell me something about his childhood and I would tell him about mine. He had had a pretty good childhood—loving parents, an older brother who taught him all his wisdom. Apparently he had always been surrounded by people and his family dying so suddenly had devastated him. It was understandable…

            I, on the other hand, had always been alone growing up. I was fine with the solidarity. It was normal for me so having Joey around was almost strange. I enjoyed his company nonetheless. It was nice to finally have a companion.

            “So, May, how was your day?”  He asked awkwardly.

            “Wonderful,” I growled.

            “So the winter dance is coming up…”

            “My mom’s idea?” I asked in a sigh.

            “Yup.”

            “Sure, I’ll go with you.”

            “You didn’t even give me a chance to properly ask you,” he pouted.

            “Too bad, you’re going with me. Now shut up, sit forward, and rub my back.” I laughed and moved positions so I was sitting in a position where he could reach my sore back. “For the record, you are not the most comfortable choice of pillow. In fact, you are downright uncomfortable.”

            He chuckled and started his massage.

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