Ice Blue [ Book One ]

9 // Gone

I don't admit it
I play it cool
But every minute
That I'm with you

I feel the fever and I won't lie
I break a sweat
My body's telling
All the secrets I ain't told you yet

• • •

Two months passed of me living under the roof with the wolves. Life started becoming easy again, and I was beginning to find myself able to breath like I once used to.

Zaria and Misha invited me to a Pride Parade a month or so ago, and I went, enjoying the lavishing colors that danced around, the flags that represented each sexuality. I bought myself a large pansexuality flag that now hung above my bed, allowing all to see my sexuality when they passed through the halls.

Maddie and Rosalyn took me shopping, most of it coming out with bags full of things for them rather than myself — not that I minded. I enjoyed shopping, but mostly window-shopping. Browsing. If it wasn't my money, then I was less likely to spend.

Didn't mean I stopped. Altogether, I bought two hundred dollars worth of stuff with Princeton's card. He had literally chucked it at me while he worked on the computer, his only limit being, "Don't spend over a thousand," before closing his wallet and throwing it in his desk.

I could have cried then and there.

Now I lay in bed, the early dawn song of birds waking me up. I decided bird hunting would be on my things to do for today, along with stabbing a certain werewolf who lately, has been sneaking into my bed at night to snuggle with a cranky feline.

"You'd better not be in this bed by the time I wake up again," I murmured, having scented my male a long time ago but saying nothing until now. "I am not in the mood to play Sleeping Beauty."

"You could wake up Snoring Ugly and I would still accept you, princess," he muttered, his voice indicating he was still very much asleep.

"I'll kill you for that." The threat wasn't even that well stated. My eyes were already closing again, and my Feline had better things to do than put her wolfy mate in his place this morning.

"Waiting," he murmured, and then peaceful silence erupted between us as we allowed sleep to retake our consciousness.

When I woke up again, I screamed. Maddie and Misha and Zaria, whose rooms were closest to mine, broke through the door with dirty forks and scissors, not very affective weapons if I do say so myself.

Princeton hadn't moved an inch, but was still snoring away on my bed as if my screams weren't even a concern for him to wake up to.

"We thought you were being murdered!" Zaria exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "You've woken the entire hall!"

"Oops," I responded dumbly. "How inconsiderate of me. Right, Princeton?" I drawled, jabbing him in the ribs.

He grunted, reaching a hand up to nudge my hand away before going back to sleep.

I glared at him. I wonder what it would be like to throw ice cubes down his shirt?

"You two need to work whatever this is out, because I don't think I can do this every day," Maddie stated, waving her fingers in our gender direction before bouncing out with a heavy sigh.

"It won't happen again, I'm sorry," I told the two remaining women, both of which still looked startled out of their peaceful sleep.

Zaria smiled meekly, shrugging. "It's okay. At least you didn't punch him in the face."