Eternally Hers

Part Twelve

Arabelle Warren

I stepped in through the back door, kicking off my shoes. I saw Lola pop her head over the back of the couch, meowing at me loudly. I beamed at her. "Hi, pretty girl!" I cooed, making my way over to her. She meowed again, hopping up to stand on the back of the couch. I pet her fondly and she purred. "You missed me, huh?"

​Arms wrapped around my waist from behind and immediately I was pressed against a cold body, cooling me down instantly. Saoirse rested her head on my shoulder. "Someone else missed you, too, you know."

​"Oh, Dot's here? I just knew she had a thing for me," I teased back, twisting in her arms to face her. We were face to face now, maybe twelve inches apart. Her grey eyes took me in, scanning over my face thoroughly.

​Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!

​She didn't, as expected. I held in a sigh.

​"Very funny," she replied instead, kissing my forehead. Aim lower, you stupid Vampire!

​"Thanks," I smirked, "it was pretty funny."

​She stepped away from me then, shaking her head whilst laughing quietly. "How was your run?"

​"It was really good," I answered honestly, "but you would not believe who I ran into."

​Her eyes immediately scanned me over, as if she was looking for some sign of physical injury, or at least signs of a fight. Her expression relaxed when she couldn't see anything, but she still looked concerned, it was written all over her face.

​"No Vampires interfered with my run," I assured her, "but I did run into another Werewolf."

​"There are a few around," she replied casually, "but there's no pack located here, so the population of Werewolves here is miniscule. Vampires settle here the most."

​"She mentioned the pack part. She practically interrogated me," I laughed at the memory of only half an hour ago. "Said she didn't want any rogues causing trouble."

​"Did you get into a fight?" She asked, an almost scolding tone to her voice.

​I grinned. "Not a physical one."

​She shook her head again. "Dear God, what am I going to do with you?"

​"Enjoy the ride, sweetheart," I smirked, and then continued, "The interaction was pretty funny. She lives nearby, I guess. Do you know a Jamie?"

​The strawberry haired woman paused to think before shaking her head. "I don't know any of the Werewolves in the area personally, definitely not by name."

​Deciding to change the subject, since I really didn't have anything else to say about the Wolf I'd met on my run, I asked, "Did you finish your work?"

​"Yes, thank God," Saoirse said, "I sent it in when I texted you. I'm glad it's over with, now we can spend the rest of the evening together. Are you hungry?"

​That run had given me quite the appetite. I nodded.

​"Good. I was thinking we could pick something up from town? I'm in no mood to cook tonight. Are you craving anything in particular?"

​"Depends how much you want to eat Mexican food," I shot back with a grin. I really never grew tired of Mexican food. I could eat it every day and not get tired of it.

​"I figured as much," she laughed in response. "We ate Mexican two days ago, Belle."

​"I know." I sent her another grin, and then said, "I'm good to eat whatever you want. I'm not really in the mood to cook tonight either."