Plot Twist

Chapter 16

Wait.

Did he just tell me I could touch his hair?

I can...touch...the curls?

Is this heaven?

Handlebar must've killed me.

"Uh, yeah, okay," I replied, trying my best to look like this totally wasn't a big deal and I totally wasn't having to use all my brainpower just not to stumble over my words. I wasn't sure quite sure what was happening; my head felt so foggy. I mean - it was barely a few minutes ago that Handlebar had - and I'm paraphrasing here - told me he couldn't wait to see my ass handed to me. And now? Now, I was in the arms - although, to be honest, his fingers were starting to dig into my sides - of some sort of Harry-Look-Alike.

And damn it, he's letting me touch his hair.

However, I was immediately snapped out of my reverie when I noticed Harry-Not-Harry starting to lean down until his nose was positioned in the crook of my neck and his curls started to tickle my face.

Oh my God.

He's serious.

He's leaning down to give me better access.

My breath hitched, and I tried to ignore the feeling the odd sensation of his nose against my neck. My legs were like jelly and if it hadn't been for him holding me so firmly, I definitely would've collapsed. I started to raise my hand hesitantly - trembling as I did so.

Fuck, this is real.

I'm going to touch the curls.

You'd be proud, mom, I've finally achieved everything I ever wanted in life.

My right hand reached his hair and slowly, I began caressing the back of his head. Now, I know this is usually the part where I tell you how amazing and special the curls felt, but texture-wise, they just felt like, well, hair. The thing that kept tripping me up - my hand was still trembling - was the intimacy of the action. People can make out with strangers, have one night stands with them, but really - how often does someone stroke a stranger's hair?

An odd sound came out of his mouth as I continued to run my fingers through, and as a proud cat owner, I can tell you it was the same kind of sound Muffin made whenever I lightly scratched the back of his head.

He's purring.

He's fucking purring.

Just -

What is happening right now?!

Then, all of the sudden, I could feel his lips faintly kissing the side of my neck, "Mine, mine, mine."

I'm not really sure if it was the fact that I'd never been kissed by a boy - let alone on the neck - that made me jerk away or if it was that I knew he was starting to go into 'Creepy-Werewolf-Mode', but either way, the intimacy of the moment was broken for me. With all the strength I had, I yanked my body away from his, and caught by surprise, he let me go.

I stumbled slightly to regain my footing, looking up at him. His eyes remained dazed for a moment before he frowned and narrowed his gaze unto me, "Why'd you pull away?"

My heart jumped into my throat.

He's asking me a question.

This is like an actual conversation here.

Okay, how do I respond like a human being?

Taking a deep breath and doing my best to contain all my conflicting emotions, I focused all my efforts on having a normal conversation. "Why'd you do that creepy wolf thing?"