Mark Me

Psht, Werewolves aren't even REAL! : 9

        

        I looking into Tyler's beautiful, deep blue eyes and start to laugh, hysterically. His mouth and face began to pout, he can not be serious right now. His hands, then dropped from my face and let my cool off.

        "Tyler, Werewolves aren't even real..?" I uneasily questioned. I can't see this being true, but I'm also not one to judge...

        "Em, I wouldn't lie to you. This is serious. I am a were. I change into a wolf. I run in the woods. I have a mate. You are my soul mate. Emma you were made for me," with that Tyler grabbed my hand and placed it to his mouth, gently laying a simple kiss on my knuckles.

            "Em, you are my forever." What is going on. I have to look confused, a man I just met asked me to be his forever and on top of that, he just told me he is a werewolf! None of this is real. I took my hand from him and slapped myself in the face. Hard. Tyler grabbed my hand.

         "Whoa, calm down with all that!"

His voice sternly stated, holding my hand tightly to my side. I yanked it away and turned from him.

         I need to think.

         I need to think alone. Away from him.

        Walking out the same door we came in at. Tyler's failed attempts to call out for me. His our reached arms, I ignored them all. I needed to walk away. I got to the street, sucking in all the air I could. I just needed to breathe. I like him, but I needed to breathe.

         'Okay Em, let's make a mental list of everything you have figured out!'

 

1)Tyler is a werewolf.

2) Tyler thinks that I am his forever.

3) Tyler thinks I am his mate.

4) Tyler for some reason wants my fatass to be with him.

       Realizing I had stopped breathing, I decided to take one more deep breath before retreating inside. He needed to know I wasn't running. I face my situations. I needed to talk to him. If he is serious, I needed him to know I wasn't leaving. Running into the house I searched for him. The kitchen. The livingroom. The hallway. Where was Tyler?

           I paced throughout the house, how could I have lost him, how could I have been so stupid to run out on him. I wasn't scared, I just needed to organize my thoughts. He had to get that, right?

        "Emma?" Tyler's voice was brushing my ear from behind. He sounds destroyed. He sounds distressed. He sounds scared. Turning to him, I offer a small smile.

         "Hey, I'm sorry, I needed to think.." everything I was planning on saying faded when I looked in his eyes. He grasped my face and kissed me hard. Deliciously hard. I immediately responded. His tongue traced my bottom lip, I greeted his entrance with my own tongue tangling around his. There was so much need in this kiss. I needed it as much as he needed it. I needed him.

      Not wanting to break it, but having to, I pulled away from him, breathing heavy.

        "Tyler, you owe me answers." It's been a couple of hours, but I definitely deserve so much more than this.