"Ash," he breathed, "We're getting dangerous here."
"No head?"
Something red flashed through his eyes, as the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. "You're going to give me head, whether you like it or not. I meant that we can't turn back after...
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I don't know what had impacted my mother more; the idea of me moving or the nurse finally just showing up that following Thursday and forcing herself on her, but she was around.
For the first time in two years, my mother sat down at the kitchen table, her hands clenched in a nervous fold, her hollow eyes darting nervously from the calm nurse to the signature on the contract she'd just signed.
A wide smile rested on my face as I regarded the black-haired nurse slowly explain what she was going to do for mom, accompanied by hand-gestures, before getting back to the notebook in front of me.
I'd drafted a list of the things I wanted to know, divided in the categories 'dad', 'Kye', 'pack', and 'me'. But the last one was still empty.
Dad's contained all the questions Kye refused to answer. Why did the shifters/lycans/werewolves attack him? Were we too close to breeding-territory, or was there another reason?
I nodded to myself and scribbled another question down, 'And why isn't it my fault?'
"We'll take walks through the park, daily," the nurse told mom, who immediately shook her head.
"No, thanks. I'll watch National Geographic on TV."
The nurse let out a well-meant laugh. "Dear, that won't give you your vitamins. We'll stay away from trees and bushes, just simple walks through some meadow. You'll be fine."
I'd informed her all about mom's trauma's in advance, as she asked about it. It turned out this town had very low sickness-rate, or mental-sickness-rate, so nurses were literally taking any opportunity to do good.
I glanced back at my paper, at Kye's list. My terrible hand-writing had gone even worse after it had tried to put into words what I was feeling about him.
Was it all the mate-bond? What was the mate-bond? Why did I get into a heat for him? Why the fuck had I sucked him off and enjoyed it? Why was he so incredibly sweet when I cried? Mate-bond?
"Ugh," I groaned, folding that particular paper neatly and jamming it deeply into my pocket.
I couldn't ask him all that, even though those were the questions that pressed my head so much. I'd embarrass myself out of mind. He'd make fun of me forever. I'd rather die.
"Ashley's simply moving out, and I'll be moving in," the nurse interrupted my thoughts. "She's almost done with high-school, and it's completely normal for a teenager to want to get to know herself and live on her own."
I hadn't dared to tell them yet that I'd be living with a man. But maybe that was for the better; this nurse was awfully overprotective.
"Alright."
"Yes? are you really alright with it?" the nurse kindly asked, taking a sip of the coffee I made for her.
