The Broken Werewolves: The Human Mate (BxB)

Chapter 16 - Nigel Quintin Ulysses

CHAPTER 16
NIGEL QUINTIN ULYSSES

"So this is your home now," I tell him once we enter my house. Our house. I don't know why I feel the need to correct myself, but I know I just have to. This is his home now. We will be sharing a lot of stuff here, and I'm sure my parents will never mind it that I'm letting someone stay. Knowing them, they are just going to shrug their shoulders, throw some questions, then it's all fine. "We have a spare bedroom. It's usually for guests, or I can share mine. Whichever you prefer, it's all fine by me." I pause. "Do you want to be in my room, with me?"

Marcus looks at me right in the eye, with no emotions in it and on his face. My hands are getting clammy as each second ticks by. Does he think I'm crazy now? I badly want to see his thoughts now. I don't want him to get a bad impression of me. "Sure." He only states before putting his luggage down. Marcus walks right over to me, towering me and my eyes focus on his chest. I don't want him to look him in the eye, now that we're just centimeters apart. This feels intimate. I know for a fact that I'm not gay nor have I acted gay in a heterosexual way, if that makes sense, but he makes me question myself sometimes. "Do you really want to share your room with me? I can be a pain in the ass most of the time."

My ears perk up at that. I don't know why, it just does. I let out a chuckle just to ease the awkwardness that's beginning to surface. "Well, yeah. I can handle a big 'ol jerk like you. So yep, I'm sure."

"Me, a jerk?" Marcus gives me a smirk, then takes a step closer. He raises his hand up, fingers softly tracing my jaw; his index finger barely touches my lips, but it's enough to make me hitch my breath. His eyes bore into mine, and I'm held by it. I can't look away nor move any muscle at all. "Let's go to our room." Then he turns away, picks up his luggage, and then goes upstairs to where my room is.

"Asshole," I mutter loud enough for him to hear. I hear him laugh as he goes upstairs, and I follow him suit.

God, he was so close to me. My face burns at the image of him going further, his lips merely inches away from mine and I feel like I've stopped breathing at all. Dear Lord, I need these images inside my head to go away. This is not good, especially that he's going to stay here in my house with me. With freaking me. He was so close me, so close that I could smell his manly scent and the perfume he was wearing. Or I could be mistaken. It could only be his natural scent. Either way, he smelled so good. He smells so freaking good.

Clearing my head, I take a deep breath before entering into my room. I find him half naked, his shirt thrown on my bed and my eyes automatically scan his body. Fuck. Forget about clearing my head, it doesn't work while he's here. In fact, he fills my head with more inappropriate thoughts. God, why is this so hard for me? I mean, I didn't do anything to deserve this treatment. What's happening with my life?

Marcus is just standing there, looking like he's some sort of a God, in my room as he watches me. I gulp, hoping he doesn't hear how audible it is. My heart is pounding hard against my ribcage, and while he's doing nothing there as he stands, I'm freaking over here. At least internally. I feel like in any minute, I'll have a heart attack.

"Hey," he says, snapping his fingers in front of me. My face burns and, as much as I hate to admit it and doing it, my eyes scan his bare chest and stomach. He has abs. He has a freaking abs. I bet my face looks like a fucking tomato now. I know that I'm blushing as hell, but I can't help it. Now that he's here, living with me in this house, he will do whatever he usually does in his own home, or Blaine's. And I don't know if I'm prepared for it. I know that this is a first, and there will be more to come. I know it; I can feel it. I can feel that everything is about to change, and I'm to blame for it. Had I thought this through, I would have come with a more suitable decisions. But I'm here already, and I can't undo what I've decided. I just need to deal with this, and whatever I'm feeling now, I hope that it will go away soon. I take a deep sigh, smile and hope that he doesn't think I'm weird. "Are you all right? You just... went out there. Is something bugging you? Is my staying bugging you?"