The Alpha's Instinct (Boyxboy)

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Dallas

I was hastily woken up by a sharp pain in my side and someone mumbling: "Shit he's still here?" My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the brightness of the morning. I looked up to see Sam standing in a doorway, towering over me. Then I remembered where I was.

I had fallen asleep outside Troye's door last night, desperately trying to get him to forgive me. Like that's ever going to happen.

I grumbled and flipped over to move out of Sam's way so he could open the door. He kept trying to push it open but I guess I hadn't moved far enough away cause the door kept banging into my arm. Curse my broad shoulders.

I pushed myself off the floor and gave Sam the evil eye to which he responded with a cheeky smirk. That bastard. I'll show him who's boss!

I smirked back and advanced on him, putting him in a makeshift headlock.

"Really Dallas? We doing this?" His words came out in short breaths due to my arm around his neck. I laughed.

"You betcha Sammy boy!"

War had begun. Sam struggled under my grasp, but couldn't get free. I let out a groan as his knee connected with my stomach and he instantly flew away from my grasp.

"Come and get me big boy!"

I lunged for him, but he was too fast. He sped down the stairs and I raced after him, both of us laughing like little kids.

I reached the living room a millisecond after him and pulled Sam into yet another headlock, him breathing hard underneath me.

"Wow. I never thought I'd say this, but I actually missed seeing you two wrestle like 5 year-olds."

Both of us snapped our heads up like deer caught in headlights; we hadn't realized Randy was awake and watching us. Sam and I looked at each other, smiling sheepishly. I let go of him and Randy grinned, probably pondering old memories.

"Hey! That reminds me! You guys have to get me caught up on your lives! You spend 18 years with two guys and they don't even call or write home. What a disgrace," Randy's words had Sam and I chuckling. Randy, being the Seer he was, always wanted to know everything.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. C'mon Randy boy, follow me. I will catch you up," Sam replied, placing a hand on his shoulder and guiding him towards the kitchen. That's when I noticed Troye standing there, looking innocent and adorable as ever.

I smiled at his bed-head. "Good morning Troye," my voice came out thick and husky, like it always was in the morning.

His cheeks reddened and my grin grew. "Hi," he managed to squeak out after a couple of seconds. I decided to test my limits with him. He seemed a little brighter than last night and happy that Sam and I were on good terms.

I stepped towards him. "Why are you blushing pup?" I asked with a smirk.

My question of course made his cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. He grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and pulled it up to hide his face before responding:

"I...I'm not bl-blushing Dallas."

His nervous stutter made my heart skip a beat. This is what I love about Troye. One minute he's challenging me, sassing me, and being a downright princess. The next minute he's shy, innocent, and heavenly, making me hot in all the wrong places.

I took a step closer to him and slowly reached out to pull the shirt out of his grasp. Surprisingly, he let me, and his shirt fell back into place exposing his blushing face.