Double Back - Mistwater Chronicles #1

Chapter Four

Hey guys! I know it's been a while, and please don't hate me for having this being so short and everything. I'm trying to figure out how to get the story to go toward the main crisis in the story if that makes sense. Thank you as always for bearing with me.

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It's been about two weeks since the day I decided to actually give Zack a shot with this whole mates thing. He's been nothing but perfect, and he makes me happier than I've been in a while.

Currently he's washing his car, aka his "baby." Unbeknownst to him, I'm creeping up behind him and I'm about to dump a bucket of water down his backside when he whirls around and sprays the hose at me.

Shrieking, I try and shield myself but end up dropping the water over us both. Laughing, I start to run, but Zack is quickly on me and tackles me to the ground. Shifting us in midair, I land on top of him with a slight 'oomf!'

He looks up at me, playing absentmindedly with a stray curl from my head. Leaning down, I kiss him, which he immediately responds to. Quickly picking us up off the ground, Zack has me leaning against his car while his rough hands feel around the skin on my waist. I press into him, playing with the ends of his soft hair with one hand and sliding the other under his soaked shirt slowly. He groans softly into my mouth, but then he jerks me even closer to him, which seems impossible. I'm about to demand this instant that he takes me inside and does what he pleases when Adrian clears his throat and gives us an amused gaze.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" I ask, irritated. He rolls his eyes, and Zack angles himself in such a way so that I'm covered from Adrian's gaze.

"No," he replies nonchalantly. "But you do. You have training, remember?"

"Thompson, what are you talking about?"

"Training. With me. I'm pretty sure Zack scheduled it in the first place."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Whatever, Adrian."

"That's what I thought, Clarkson."

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Half an hour later, I'm standing in a clearing with Adrian, sweating profusely through my athletic shorts and short sleeve shirt. There's several people milling about, Delilah being one of them. They're training with others, but now that they're done they linger around to watch Adrian and I run around.

"Two more laps and you're done," he calls out. Huffing, I keep up the steady jog that would complete my two laps, aka my last half a mile. Each step is agony for my legs; I feel like they're on fire, my lungs with them. My thighs slap together angrily, almost like they're yelling at me for this torture. My wolf keeps me going though, as I see Zack coming up to Adrian and offering me a small smile.

"Okay, okay, you're done."

Screaming with relief, I literally fall to the grass and sprawl out. Breathing heavily, I close my eyes and just let air get back into my lungs as the burning gradually leaves them. I hear some people chuckling around me, and a musky smell next to me alerts my senses that Zack is sitting next to me.

"Don't look at me. I'm gross."

"I don't care," he says, poking my arm. I peek an eye open to look at him, and he mimics me, closing one eye as he makes a fish mouth. I chuckle at him and make my eyes bug out as I bare my teeth in a goofy way. He responds by making a monkey face and I flare my nostrils while going cross-eyed.

Zack full out laughs. "Okay, Reese, you got me. I can't really make a face to match that.."

"Hey! That's my nickname for her!" Delilah blurts out from across the clearing.