For a Moment at Least (Age Gap)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

I sat in my car, driving to Deacon's. It was already seven so I knew I was going to be late. I pulled at the hem of my short dress, suddenly regretting I didn't settle for skinny jeans and a nice shirt. Lord knows my dad would have much rather preferred it.

I could feel the familiar anxiety building in my throat, as I saw Deacon's house light the dark road. I pulled into the driveway and sat in my car for a moment, taking some deep breathes just as I did yesterday. I told myself I would not be as needy and vulnerable as I was last night.  A small shiver ran up my spine as I recalled what I had said to Deacon in my fit of euphoria.

"You don't know how badly I want you inside me."

In that moment it wasn't a lie. But now I felt wrong and dirty for admitting that to him. Tonight will be different. Tonight is about getting to know him, setting boundaries, and compromising on both our parts.

I finally got out of the car and walked a slow pace to the front door. It immediately swung open before I made it to the porch steps. I jumped at the abrupt sound, looking up I saw Deacon standing in the doorway. It made me uneasy how they always knew when someone was nearing the house.

He was wearing a nice fitted dark jean, and a simple black t-shirt. Every time I saw him it was as if I was seeing him for the first time all over again. It was uncomfortable how attracted I was to him.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." I apologized, making my way closer to him. I stopped as I realized he wasn't moving from the doorway to let me in.

"That's alright." He responded, his eyes were dark. I was beginning to confuse the emotion behind his constant changing eye color.

He stepped forward, slowly closing the distance between us. I immediately tensed up. "You smell different." He whispered.

"The smelling thing is beginning to feel a bit invasive." I let out with a chuckle. He didn't think it was funny. Instead he leaned down and  put his face close to my hair, taking a deep breath. I pulled away from him slightly.

"You smell like another wolf." His throaty voice echoed in my ear. Another wolf?

"Come in. We can talk over dinner." His voice short. As if he were straining to retain his emotion. I nodded and walked around his large frame.

The house smelt of a delicious mixture of foods. My stomach grumbled at the scent, reminding me I've only eaten a quarter of what my mother packed for me today.

"It smells really good." I tossed my bag onto the couch and made my way into the kitchen. Something about Deacon's home already made me feel so safe and comfortable.

I could feel his eyes on me as I entered the kitchen and peered through the window of the oven.

"Is chicken Parmesan okay?" Deacon voice spoke up. I faked a look of disappointment.

"Oh... I'm vegetarian..." I tried lying, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with Deacon. I could see his face contorting out of the corner of my eye.

"Oh. I- I didn't know. But you ate steak at the restaurant? W-we can make something else.  Or maybe I can order something..." he stammered. I couldn't help the chuckle as I watched Deacon scramble to the refrigerator. He looked so tense and uncomfortable.

I made my way to him, grabbing his hand to get his attention. He looked down at me, confused by the smile playing at my lips.

"Deacon I was kidding. Chicken Parm sounds amazing." I gave his big hand a squeeze. He awkwardly smiled. He definitely didn't find it as funny as I did.