Promise Me This [Werewolf BoyxBoy]

Chapter Eighteen - Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

Danny

"You okay?" Kieran asked sleepily after I'd stopped freaking out and pulled him up from the wall. I smoothed a hand across his hair and nodded. Then, I slowly shook my head. 

          He was awake in an instant, eyes going red with the sudden emotion. "What's wrong?" 

          I couldn't actually tell him what was going on. Instead, I went to something I'd thought about yesterday. "We got together two days ago." 

      "Well, yeah." the red glare faded in favor of confusion. "Are we celebrating an anniversary or something?" 

          "Do you think we're moving a bit fast?" 

          "You mean--like--this way?" he bumped our hips together suggestively. I flushed and swatted lightly at him. 

          "Kieran." 

          "I'm being serious," he said, a hint of laughter in his voice. He sobered after a moment though. "I get what you're saying. And I think you're right, Danny."

          "Really?" I hated to admit it but I was half-disappointed. I'd hoped he'd jump to the conclusion that I wanted. 

          "Totally." Kieran said. "Most people at least go on one date before they get into each other's pants." 

          So why don't we? I asked him mentally, staring down at the stiching in his collar. 

          "You want to go out on a date with me?" he sounded so surprised. As if I wouldn't want to, or something. 

          I nodded. "Of course." 

        His emotions were indecipherable. "The world's going insane," he reminded me. "There are a bunch of crazy people running around. In two days we're gonna have to defend our relationship in front of a bunch of old, unpleasant shifters."

          "Oh." I guess that settled that, then. I tried not to feel too disappointed. 

          "We totally deserve to go out on a date." 

          I looked up at him, surprised. "Really?" 

          "Hells yeah." he grinned. "Let's do it." 

- 

My aunt raised an eyebrow at us when we told her what we were going to do over breakfast. "Sounds fun," she said neutrally. "Just remember to be safe." 

          I sensed the double entendre in her words and flushed. Kieran just nodded, a low simmering amusement in him. I poked him in the side. 

          "You've got a hidden violence in you, don't ya?" he asked after Naomi had left for work. 

          Considering his current temper, that was like the pot calling the kettle black. I relayed it without saying a word. 

          "Touche," Kieran conceded. "So." he sat down on the couch and drew his legs up to his chest, never too far away. "What do you want to do?" 

          Before I could answer, the house phone rang. It was just far away enough that if Kieran leaned back, he wouldn't have to get up. I went to answer it. 

          I hated talking on the phone. Naomi's connection was clear, but I could always hear a faint crackle behind the words. Plus, I wasn't able to use simple body language to convey what I wanted to say. I actually had to talk to people.