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

If I Can Love You, Why Can't You? - Chp 16 [My Heart]

This heart, it beats, beats for only you/My heart is yours~Paramore – My Heart

-1 Month Later-

“How hard can French be?” dad asked from my doorway. I looked up from my study notes that laid spread out on my bed, and up at dad. It was 1 month on and school was back, holidays over and my HSC exam final exams with under a week before my exams started. The hallway lights were turned off; dad was ready for bed. “I mean it is simple bonjourno” he said trying to alter his tone to fit a French accent.

I smiled “And that means?” I asked.

“How’s it going?” dad’s tone falling into a full Aussie accent.

I rolled my eyes smiling and faced back to my books “Night dad!” I said not looking up.

“Night bub.” He said chuckling still at his own joke as he closed the door behind him on his way out.

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“Gorgeous?” a voice softly cooed as someone’s fingers just as softly pushed my hair from out of my face. My eyes kept shut taking in the pleasure of the tingles and my fluttering heart. “Darlin’?” they whispered as their fingers went from my chin and all the way down my neck I shivered and as quick as the shiver their hand was gone.

My eyes pulled open with panic “Will?” I whispered my voice full of worry.

“Hey, over here.” He said tenderly.

I sat up from my bed where I'd fallen asleep from studying and looked around, he was over putting the gauze back on and the window down form where he’d come; because I had shivered. I rubbed my eyes as a smile played along my lips; I was too lucky.

He walked quietly around to me trying not to wake dad. He stood in front of me and I stood up and instantly threw my arms around him. He laughed softly and weakly in shock, I kissed his neck as his grip tightened. “Who am I killing?” he murmured into my shoulder kissing it once.

I shook my head in his neck “French homework?” I whispered.

He chuckled his body vibrating all the way down to my toes. He looked over my shoulder at my notes “Why would you choose the subject French?” he asked in a mix of disgust of the subject, lack of interest of French and also curiosity as to why I picked it.

“Cause” I murmured against his skin, my warm breath hitting his neck making him shiver “when some cute French guy flirts with me I'll be able to ask him for his number.” He shivered a soft growl he tried to hold back.

“Oh really?” he whispered his fingers drawing up and down my back in a soothing and heart racing sensation. “C'est un bon chose que je sais parler francais!” He said.

I pulled back and looked at him, he looked startled and then smiled wide giggling “And so it is.” I whispered just before my lips found his.

His hands reached my hips and pulled me up to be only laid down on my bed, as my hands curled around his neck and he pressed up close to me. My heart was in a sprint and so was his as it thrashed against me. His hands crawled up under my singlet and edged it over my shoulder as his lips kissed down and teased along my throat, my breath was embarrassingly shaky. My cool hands had edged up under his shirt and he shivered pushing himself closer to me my fingers trembled with the buttons on his shirt but they worked themselves free and I eased him out of his shirt as his god like skin and muscles was against mine. His lips crawled down my body to our mark and ripples ran through me as a sigh escape through my lips. His lips found me again, his breath hot and quick. My body trembled and collapsed in composure; I felt weak. My body was burning with desire and my heart was either too strong or too weak to gain my attention, my breath was shaky and my body felt warm as Will pressed up against me. Will’s lips found mine again and they were slow and soft but that only seemed to speed things up.

My lips left his and crawled to his ear “Will?” I whispered shakily as he tried to lift my shirt off.

“Mmmm?” he murmured nibbling at my throat.

“Dad.” I whispered our warning word so we didn’t get carried away.

He nuzzled up against my throat sighing “Too bad we weren’t studying science, like biology.” He whispered kissing my neck.

My hands edged down his chest “We could change topics.” I said unevenly.

He chuckled again up against my throat as he grabbed my hands and bought them up to his face to kiss them, as he contemplated. Will and I were both virgins and as much as we wanted to we wanted it to be special, and so far no chances arrived, especially if parents or sibling are next door. “No.” he whispered my heart proud that he could at least choose a proper decision, my body disappointed. “It’s got to be beautiful, like you and special,” he looked up at me “also like you.”

I smiled and pressed my lips to his briefly “Je t'adore.”

I raised an eyebrow at him smiling “I love you too.” I whispered.

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TRANSLATIONS:

C'est un bon chose que je sais parler francais! = Good thing I know French then

Je t'adore = I love you

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