THE SORTING

THE KITCHEN

The kitchen was gorgeous. The white and gold theme was evident in there as well. The counters were marble, and everything seemed untouched, much like the rest of the house. There appeared to be a layer of dust on everything, like it was barely used. The cabinets were white and had glass panels so the contents could be seen. White plates and white cups and white bowls. It seemed the only person in this house who liked anything other than white was Dom, with his black wardrobe and bedroom. There were a lot of cabinets. So, may it seemed impossible to put something in them all. Yet, they were all filled. You could tell because they all had those glass panels. How many people lived here for the need for so many plates, bowls, and cups? The appliances were silver and shiny. They looked brand new, hardly used, like the rest of the house. Overall, the color scheme of this entire house was very plain and crisp, in a good way. Or in a boring way. I couldn't tell. And the whole place was barely lived in. Which is foreign to me. My entire house growing up was lived in and used. We never had anything new. It almost intimidated me to even be in this house. Or mansion. Castle?

I had focused on all of these things to avoid the elephant in the room. The muscular handsome wolf of an elephant. Who had just asked me out. Me. Out. On a date. With him. I had to focus on the layout of the kitchen in order to pretend that my heart wasn't racing or that the butterflies that now inhabited my stomach had come to life, fluttering at the idea that Dom would want to spend time with me. I looked everywhere but him, memorizing the layout of the kitchen, as if my life depended on it. I could tell he was still staring at me, waiting for my response. I fixed my glasses, nervously, like I always did. My hands felt sweaty too, so I wiped them on the shirt Dom had given me to sleep in. I decided I had better cough up an answer or we would be here all day. Him staring at me and me, staring at literally anything else.

"You want to go on a date? With me?" I sputtered, with my head turned toward the fridge. I was huge and had two doors. How much food do they need here?

"Yes. I want to go on a date with you," he stated, "I have come to the realization that we do not know anything about each other. I am sure you have thought of this too."

I had, so I just nodded my head, now looking down at my feet. For some reason, it felt disrespectful to look at him from time to time. The power that radiated off Dom I still had to get used to. I know he treats me with respect and care, but he was still a werewolf. He was apart of the kind that disliked mine. And I still hadn't gotten comfortable with that. Why was he different? I made a mental note to ask him, as well as all of the other questions that had filled my mind in the many days that had passed.

"I will let you eat and get ready, little one. Wear something comfortable. There should be some new clothes in our room for you. I had them placed yesterday in the dresser while we were on our way here," Dom told me. He had then walked out of the kitchen, leaving me with a plate of pancakes and a giddy feeling.

I scarfed down my breakfast like my food was going to run away. Lunch? It was one o'clock. Regardless, it would have been delicious if I had taken the time to taste it. I sprinted up the stairs after putting my plate in the silver sink. I guess while I was staring at nothing and everything, Dom had cleaned his dished because there wasn't a dirty one in sight. I opened the door to the room. The one with the black bed. It still felt weird to call it our room. But that will change, eventually. I spotted the white dresser and stalked over to it. Next to it, was two pairs of sneakers, one white and one black. I stared at them confused. How did he know my shoe size? Shaking my head and opening the first drawer, I saw undergarments of all colors. I opened the drawer below it and inside, were shirts and pants of all colors. How did Dom know my size in everything? I picked a navy blue t shirt with flowy sleeves, and a pair of light wash jeans, pairing them with the white sneakers. I had never had new clothes before. I had never felt this clean before. I felt nervous in them. That or I was nervous to face Dom when our date was still on the agenda. I'm going to go with the first one because its not as embarrassing.

I ran toward the bathroom and brushed my teeth a second time with the green toothbrush. I ran my fingers through my hair again. I took my glasses off and cleaned them thoroughly, before placing them back on. I stared at myself in the mirror for a good minute, as if I was trying to tell myself something. I wasn't sure what.

A knock suddenly came from the door leading out to the hallway. A muffled voice had let me know it was Dom, wondering if I was ready. I called back to give me a minute. I gave myself a nod in the mirror, signaling to myself that it was now or never. Sink or swim. I made my way over to the door, way too fast because I had become winded, and I put my hand on the doorknob. I took a deep breath and turned it.