I can't believe I'm nervous. He's just a guy, I'm just a guy, and this is just a date. Simple. Nothing to be nervous about.
Except for the fact that he's a super hot alpha werewolf who happens to be my mate and this is our first date which may end in a happy moment. Damn.
I tugged at the collar of my shirt and started pacing across the living room. My stomach was filled with butterflies and my mind raced with all the possibilities on how this date could go wrong.
Where the hell was he? He said 6!
I looked at the clock on the wall. 6:08. He ditched me! I huffed and turned on my heels to go to the kitchen and stuff my face with comfort food, but stopped.
Damn my mate is fine.
Hunter stood leaning against the wall casually like he had all the time in the world. His eyes were dancing with pleasure and I took my time examining him from afar. He had on a black button up shirt similar to mine, but, in my opinion, he looked way better in it. He had on a pair of simple jeans and fancy shoes, and an open smile. Jackpot.
"If you keep looking at me like that, I am going to say skip the date, and just take you upstairs for dessert." His voice held amusment, but I heard the bit of promise in it.
"Oh no you don't. You promised me a date, and that's where we are going."
"We could always do the date another time." He winked at me and started to stalk towards me.
I shook my head and tossed him my jacket. He caught it swiftly and I drifted past him towards the door.
"Come along, darling. You owe me a night of romancing."
He followed me towards the door like a lost puppy.
The stubborn ass wouldn't tell me where he was taking me.
I sat in the passenger seat of Hunter's mustang pouting. I hated surprises and he knew it. It was 20 minutes into the car ride and I had tried everything. I had begged, demanded, courced, and seduced him trying to figure out where we were going, but he wouldn't give it up.
I had even tried subtely sliding my hand up his leg while he was driving while scooting as close to him as my chair allowed to get him to spill the location. Nothing. He just groaned a little and threatened to pull over and take care of my 'wandering hands'. Ass.
Now I was trying a new tactic. I ignored him completely and dropped my lip in a pout while staring out the window. He's getting the silent treatment now.
"Babe, you are going to be like that?"
I ignored him.
"You know this is childish. Even Jeremy doesn't pout to get what he wants."
Just ignore him, Coop.
"You do look kind of adorable with your lower lip sticking out."
"I love your mouth, baby cakes. Really sexy. I have so many fantasies of your mouth and my body."
"Hey, hunny. Guess what?"
I leaped out of my seat and straight out of the car, looking around in excitement. I frowned. A forest? He took me to a forest.
Before I could ask him anything, I felt his arms wrap around me from behind and I felt his deep chuckle against my back.
"I bet you're wondering where we are."
"Just a little bit."
"Well I thought about taking you to a nice, fancy restaurant, but I wanted to be a little more heartfelt. Since I'm a werewolf, the forest is a big part of who I am. I spend a lot of time in wolf form, running and exploring these woods. I wanted to share it with you. What do you think, babe?"
I looked at it in amazement. I didn't know something as random as a forest could mean so much to a man. I pictured Hunter's beautiful, majestic wolf jogging and prancing happily through the trees and a smile touched my lips. I tilted my head back and looked into his vulnerable eyes.
"It's a little bit cliche, don't you think?" I asked teasingly.
His cheeks turned crimson, and I stood shocked for a second. Hunter just blushed. I had actually just embarassed my badass alpha mate. Victory!
"Well... I uh... uhm... you know..."
I reached up and pulled his head down towards mine for a kiss, stopping his flustered speech. He immediately kissed me back, but after a few seconds I pulled back. I looked into his eyes and let my love for him show.
"I love cliche, Hunter."
He smiled down at me and I pulled out of his arms to motion towards the dark woods.