Love is Complicated

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Hunter:

I heard a thump and laughed, knowing she had been trying to look at me.

She is interested, my wolf said, sounding happy about that.

Probably not. She was probably just trying to get even with us for staring at her in the shower, I told him, hoping I was wrong.

It was hard enough for a wolf to find their true mate who were more than likely wolves themselves, but it was completely unheard of that a human was the true mate of a werewolf. I was doubting its validity, but I had no idea how to know for sure without consummating the relationship, which was definitely a no-no in this situation.

I put on a pair of shorts and considered whether to put a shirt on or not. Chasity was wearing a tank top that showed a little too much cleavage for my self control to stand. I decided to not wear a shirt. Let her suffer, my wolf said and I rolled my eyes at him.

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Chasity:

He walked over to my bed without a shirt on and I scooted closer to the wall to give him room to sit down next to me. Instead, he sat at the foot of my bed and faced the TV. I tapped my fingernail on my knee and stared at his back. I leaned back against my headboard and watched TV. After about ten minutes of this, I got bored.

"So, 'brother'," making air quotes with my fingers. He flinched at the word and turned to look at me. "How old are you exactly? Mom, didn't tell me much about you."

"Twenty-three. She told me you are a year younger than me, but that was about it." He turned back around. I sighed in annoyance.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I knew it was a little too personal to ask someone you just met, but I couldn't stop the words from leaving my mouth.

"No," he didn't even bother turning around. I couldn't help but be happy about that. I hadn't had a boyfriend in over a year.

"Do you like it here? In Texas, I mean."

"It's warmer than New York and the people are much more patient. Everyone always seemed hurried up north. Did you miss it?"

"Yeah, California isn't as great without my mother."

"When are you going back?" he asked.

"I'm not. I'm here to stay," I replied and I notice him tense slightly. Curiouser and curiouser, I think, quoting Alice in Wonderland.

"Oh. Your mom didn't tell me that."

"Probably didn't think it would matter. She's so focused on the wedding. I'm so glad she found Greg. From the way she always sounded on the phone she seems really happy. She hasn't been this happy since..... my dad," I finished, in a whisper, holding back tears.

I tried to picture his face, but it was getting harder and harder with every passing day. He was hugging me, before I knew it. I melted into his hug and hugged him back. He was so warm, almost fever warm. Like a werewolf, I thought, laughing at the idea internally.

"My mom passed away too. It was so long ago and I can't picture her face anymore. I didn't even get to say goodbye." I could tell he was holding back tears.

His closeness was distracting me from my grief over my father and I was trying hard not to let it. He was just so warm, though. He let me go and jumped off my bed, as if I had pinched him. I looked at him and he stared at me with lust clearly written in his eyes. Then he came at me.

He grabbed me by the waist and started to tickle me and I started to giggle. He tickled me harder and I started to laugh. I rolled out of the bed and ran for the door, trying to get away, but he was there in an instant.