Shadow of the Day (Wolf Moon Sequel)

Chapter 13: First Date

"How did you convince me to do this?" I asked nervously as we got out of his car and walked to the front door of the restaurant. We finally decided to go for just a casual dinner and then head back to his place after for a bit.

I felt like a nervous wreck, wondering if we were going to get caught. I felt immensely guilty all of a sudden and very warm. My legs were unmistakably jelly-like and my stomach writhed so much I was wondering how I was ever going to stomach anything.

Nonetheless, a tiny defiant part of me reminded me I didn't have to feel ashamed or guilty or scared. I was trying to be normal and normal people went out with their significant others in public. They went out on dates.

I was on a date. With Wyatt. A date!

The thought was both exciting and absurd. It wasn't like we had just started going out, but it sure felt as nervewrackingly-exciting as though we had. Albeit, perhaps a little more on the nervewracking side.

"I have no idea," he said honestly, taking my hand and squeezing it, "It'll be fine. Relax."

I took a breath to steady my nerves but it didn't really help, "Okay. Let's do this!" I said with mock enthusiasm, pumping my free hand into the air as a fist.

He rolled his eyes at me as he opened the door for me. We went up to the hostess podium and waited for her to show up and when she did I nearly burst out laughing. That same blonde hostess from when I came with my pack and Ivy, when Jared and I had pretended we were dating...

When her eyes landed on me they narrowed to slits before they shot to Wyatt's face. She fixed a smile on her face but I could see the wheels in her head turning.

I pursed my lips to keep from laughing but I couldn't suppress a quiet giggle.

Wyatt shot me a questioning look, "Something funny?"

I wrapped an arm around his waist and grinned hugely, "Yeah. But I'll tell you later," I pecked his cheek.

He seemed a little suspicious but didn't say anything more.

"Just two or are the rest of your...friends...coming?" the hostess asked me, forcing a cheery tone.

"Nope, just us two tonight," I grinned at her.

"I'm afraid the only table I have available for two isn't very private," she said tightly.

I slanted a glance Wyatt's way, eyebrow arched. He pursed his lips, thinking.

"If you're okay with it," he said finally, resting a hand on my lower back.

"Um...yeah. That's fine," I said, feeling my nerves come back.

"Marie go set up their table," the hostess said to a girl with her short black hair in a small ponytail on the nape of her neck. Marie left to go do as the hostess said, with a slightly annoyed look.

"You okay?" Wyatt whispered.

I exhaled slowly, "Yeah. Just nervous about tonight," I smiled weakly.

"It'll be okay, I promise," he smiled, daring a quick kiss on the lips while the hostess watched, organizing a pile of menu's.

"If it isn't I'm going to hurt you," I said, playfully punching his stomach.

"What kind of hurt?" a smirk played around his lips.

"The kind you hate me for," I drew my fingers up and down his back, digging my nails in enough to show him what I meant but not enough to actually rip through his shirt, since I learned my human nails could actually manage that if I scratched hard enough. "And considering we won't be able to be together for a week I'm sure I can make it extremely torturous for you."