Begging To Please *~BoyxBoy~*

Chapter 8

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Anywhooooooooo. Here's chapter 8!

Pic is of Kellan Lutz, who's as close to the Channing in my mind as I can get.

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The howls started sometime after sundown.

      I shivered, standing next to the window where I had a view of the tall trees surrounding us from outside the walls of the compound. The full moon glowed bright, lighting the darkness like no other star but it wasn't enough to keep all the shadows at bay. From where I stood, I saw the trees but beyond it was a mystery. But I knew for a fact that the eerie howls were coming from inside those woods and knowing what they belonged too just creeped me the fuck out even more.

     Werewolves. There are honest to God Werewolves. And not only that but also shifters that come in different shapes and form. It was scary thinking that all the myths and Fairytale monsters were real. I had to assume that if there were Were-creatures and shifters, that there's also witches, vampires and so on. How could no one know about this? Why wasn't it in the news everyday?

     Were they really that good in hiding themselves from humans? Obviously like myself, some humans had to know but either they kept it a secret as well or someone silenced them. The government had to know about something as big as this. Maybe they were in the hush-hush too. Hell maybe the rumors about Area 51 was real. Aliens. Damn.

      "S-Shay?"

     Channing's broken voice drew my attention and I quickly made my back to him. I sat on the bed and gently brushed a hand against his forehead. Damn, he was still way too hot.

     "Shay?" Channing opened his eyes for the first time in hours. His voice was raspy and low, like talking hurt.

     "Hey, lazybones," I joked, "about time you woke up."

     He blinked at me, probably trying to escape the fog that clouded his mind because of the fever. "You're here."

     I nodded, continuing to pet his head. "Yeah. I'm here."

    "You didn't," he swallowed, "you didn't leave."

    "No. I didn't, love."

    Channing smiled weakly, fevered amber eyes looking at me with so much trust, love and gratitude. "I like it when ya call me that."

     It was my turn to blink. "Call you what?"

    "Love."

    I paused. Shit, he was right, I have been calling him that. I've said it but never thought about the pet-name and how when I said it towards Channing, that it was said with feeling. I had the habit of calling people "sweetheart" or "honey" and even "darling" when I was teasing or being sarcastic but I've never called anyone "love" before. I've never said anything like that and meant it. Until now. While I wasn't in love with Channing, I was as close as I'll ever be until the time came where I can say for sure that I was in love with him.

     "Don't stop," he whispered. "Don't stop calling me that. I...I like it. Makes me feel like I'm somethin' special."

    "Okay," I agreed because it was as simple as that. It made Channing feel special and I wasn't about to take that away from him just because I was suddenly aware that I've been saying it and was nervous about  what it meant.