If I Can Love You, Why Can't You? - A Werewolf Novel

If I Can Love You, Why Can't You? - Chp 4 [I Believe In A Thing Called Love]

Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel/My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel/Touching you, touching me/Touching you, God you're touching me/I believe in a thing called love just listen to the rhythm of my heart/There's a chance we could make it now we'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down/I believe in a thing called love/Ooh!~The Darkness - I Believe In A Thing Called Love

Three days later and peace still hadn't come not that my constant dreams were any help, everyone more erotic and heated than the next whilst others sweet and tender, yet all of them left me with a thundering heart.

I still hadn't arranged anything with the girls knowing that I wasn't myself or great company for our grand reunion. I was all  over the place, my emotions a catalogue; page 5 you'll see the bright colors of happiness and curiosity of this handsome stranger whilst page 15 contains the dark colors and flashes of red of the commonly well known emotions of hurt and anger, these emotions due to his disappearance.

My mind kept drifting me back to those few moments with him, trying to remember every detail yet the more I tried to analyze those such glorifying frustrating moments the more they escaped my hold.

Dad was constantly bringing me back to reality and although he was oblivious to the other day he knew I was elsewhere.

There was a list of things I constantly mulled over that were...odd. Like how I got knocked out, or how he reacted to my touch or how he'd wince being caught on a branch, his ability to make me so opened and a chatterbox, and these emotions, these countless sensations that barreled me over leaving me breathless and aching for me to do things that I even knew were beyond to want to do towards a stranger.

The biggest question to me was who was he?! I didn't even know his name!

Frustrated I buried my face in the pillow, my screams muffled and beyond audible outside my bedrooms four walls.

Minutes ticked by and my mind lingered back onto my mysterious savior when I knew I needed to shove it away, lock it up tight and throw away the key. I sat up with a bolt realizing how tragic this truly was, I was a puddle, over a guy, over a stranger! I had never allowed myself to be bought down like this, never.

I rolled my eyes knowing that if I wanted to escape this person's deadly realms I needed to get out and do something. The forest was out of bounds, not literally but I knew it was far from going to ease me out of this strangers hold.

Staring at my bland bedroom walls it hit me; my bedroom!

Without thinking I chucked on jeans and a singlet coupled with my Converse shoes and ran into the lounge room. "Can I borrow the Ute?" I asked slightly breathless with brewing excitement.

"Because?" dad asked sitting the paper down to look up at me.

"Cause" I began as I searched the coffee table for my wallet "I want to go to the hardware store, you know, to paint." I said distracted as I searched for my hidden wallet. Now isn't the time for hide and go seek! My brain screamed. I was antsy to get there ASAP, not because of its closing time, it was after all only a bit past lunch, but I knew the sooner the distraction the better, I didn't want to be reined back in.

"Sure, take your mobile in case you need to get a hold of me, or vice versa."

My hands finally clamped around my wallet and my other pounced on the keys "Kay!" I called racing for my phone and then out the door.

Quick. Quick. Quick. My brain chanted as if any second I'd be dragged back in.

Putting my 'P' plates on I eventually dove into dad's Ute and took a deep breath. Okay, calm girl, calm. Composing myself I started the Ute and then the radio, easing into the beat I reversed out of the driveway.