"Are you sure you want to come with me?"
"Of course I do. I'm ashamed to say it but, after all these years living in LA, I've never been to The Getty Villa in Malibu. It'll be great since I have with me an historian as a guide today, I'm very lucky..."
Iselen nods and gets relaxed on the passenger's seat while I drum my fingers on the wheel waiting for the traffic light to turn green. I'd like to ask her how she feels but I don't want to be a pest, I've asked her that question a dozen of times during these past two days and I'm afraid she's going to lose patience with me after repeating again and again that her throat feels fine and it doesn't hurt anymore. The truth is that my mate is being extraordinarily generous with me, forgiving me every time I screw things up between us, despite last time was my father's fault... although my wolf shouldn't have lost control like she did. I can't believe I was about kicking her ass out of my house, or worse... hurting her physically, because of that asshole. Unfortunately for him, he got exactly the opposite of what he was expecting: now I trust my girl more than ever before and I know she'll never betray me. If my father gets closer to her again I strongly believe she's capable of shooting him with a gun.
We had our horrible fight just two days ago but I've been working very hard with Iselen by my side supporting me and helping me: we had some yoga and meditation sessions and a relaxing bath together, we trained together again till my wolf ended up exhausted, she's been sleeping with me every night and hugging me when I cried after telling her some of the things my dad did to turn my childhood into hell. It was hard to remember it, I admitted he still controls my life somehow and I'm scared he can ruin everything I achieved. And despite I was a mess she stayed with me... any woman would've run away long time ago although it's true that, is she feels the bond as strong as I feel it, she doesn't have that option. But regardless of the relationship that my wolfish biology is forcing us to keep, I think we've forged a new connection as a couple these past days and our feelings are getting stronger despite I'm a werewolf. I look at my mate out of the corner of my eye while she scrolls down on her phone, I can't believe she's still with me considering how bad I've been treating her but here she is... ready to be my guide through the museum. Maybe we could go to a restaurant and have lunch together later...
I've been racking my brains trying to find a way to thank her for her loyalty, thinking of what I should give her as a present, till I saw her checking the web of the Getty Villa on her tablet and I decided that we could spend a whole day together, a little excursion, funny and without drama: a bit of art, a delicious meal, laughs and some pictures... Today is going to be perfect from beginning to end, I won't let anyone or anything to ruin it, and that's why I rented this classic car, a beautiful convertible in a bright red colour. It only takes 30 minutes from my house to the Villa but we're driving with style, no doubt, and I think she loves it, she's been smiling since the moment she sat on the passenger's seat.
"Damn... they're everywhere..." I grumble angrily. A car has stopped at the red light next to us and I've recognized the driver's face, he's one of the paparazzi that are usually on guard at Melrose Ave and always catch me when I go shopping, but I don't think he's chasing us today. This street is in the opposite direction and he's bumped into us by accident probably, that's the reason why he's staring at us through the window frowning at the same time, like he's baffled and doesn't recognize us till something clicks inside his head and opens his eyes shocked. A mischievous smile spreads across my face while I decide to give him the exclusive of his life. "Honey..."
"What?" my mate asks quietly without looking at me, still busy with her phone, till I lean towards her and touch her cheek with my hand. Iselen stares at me confused while my thumb rubs her lips slowly, putting a subtle pressure on the lower one so I force her to open her mouth, her hot breath fans my finger and I can feel how it's quickening while I keep my eyes fixed on her tempting flesh. I don't even care about the paparazzo anymore, I just want to kiss her... I lean forward and feel the spark when our skins meet, putting more pressure slowly and sliding my lips over hers till I tear a soft moan from her throat and feel the wolf inside me fighting for control, seeking further contact. I decide to give her what she wants and shove my tongue inside Iselen's mouth gently, rubbing her hot and wet flesh while sliding my hand through her neck and grabbing her by her nape. My mate moans again, she's the most delicious thing I've ever tasted...
