Mate I Think NO!

Chapter 29-DATE pt 2

He removed his hand so fast I thought the whole thing might have been in my mind only. He rolled over and lay away from me with his back to me. Wow! I never thought I would see the day that he would out right reject me while I was lying in his bed. I told myself that he was just trying to behave himself around me but the self-conscious girl inside me told me that he just didn’t want me now. That I had done something that made me not worth the trouble.

I woke up the next morning in an unpleasant way. Woosh and then cold, very cold. “AH!” I screamed as I opened my eyes. Dylan was standing over me chuckling with an empty pitcher in his hand.

“I’m gonna kill you!” I screamed again and bolted out of bed after his already quickly retreating figure. I finally caught up to him because he really had nowhere to go in his small apartment. I tackled him from behind forgetting that all I was wearing was his wet t-shirt and my lacy lingerie. When we stopped rolling he was on top of me smirking at his obvious strength over me. This time in the light of day he looked down at the shirt that was up to my ribcage. He groaned loudly and jumped up reaching a hand to help me out of the floor. The shirt fell back into place, covering me all the way to mid-thigh.

“You were right,” he said. What? What does that mean?

“Huh?” I asked.

He looked down and grabbed the hem of his shirt that I was wearing. “You are killing me,” Dylan said with another groan. “You have no idea how…difficult it is for me to not grab you and ravage you right here, right now! You look so good wearing my shirt but I have had a peek at what you have on underneath and if the bra matches I might just die a happy man without ever touching you,” his speech was making me blush ten shades of red. He began walking toward me and I was backing away until my back hit the wall. He put one hand on the wall beside my head and one hand was stroking my face. Before this went any further I had to stop it.

“I should clean up. May I use your shower?” I asked being polite. His face took on a hurt look and I was now berating myself. How many times have I complained about him ruining moments for me and now I went and ruined one for both of us. He cleared his throat and said, “Yeah the bathroom is the door on your side of the bed in my room,” he told me but his voice sounded worn.

I took a long hot shower and wrapped a fresh crisp white towel around me. I have no clean clothes. I put my bra and panties in a bag I found under the sink. I left his shirt on; it was big enough no one would notice I wasn’t wearing a bra, hopefully. I put my blue jeans back on.

I walked back into the kitchen where Dylan was. He looked up at me with his bed hair and nothing but sweat pants on. He stood up from his chair and walked over to me swiftly. I couldn’t help but be self-conscious. I probably looked like a drowned rat with wet hair from the shower and all. He grabbed my face almost roughly and smashed his lips to mine. The ache and hunger in his kiss made my insides churn. It was like he was kissing me for what he thought would be the last time. He stopped and put his forehead against mine. Slowly he opened his eyes.

“I love you and I can’t pretend I don’t. You are my true mate. I feel it every time we touch. I feel you in my soul. I want to share the rest of my life with you. I want to marry you. I want to see your belly grow with my baby. I want to hold your hand through happy times and I want to wipe your tears in sad times. Please don’t walk away from me. I can’t take it anymore,” he took in a shaky breath and I stretched my arms around his neck.

“Dylan I have never heard anything more romantic or sweet in my life. I want you too. I want all of that but we just need to take it one step at a time. I mean we’ve only had one date. We aren’t even a couple,” I said.

“About that would you be my girlfriend?” he asked stunning me.

“Yes I will,” I said without even the slightest hesitation. No sooner than the words came out of my mouth he had whisked me into his arms and swung me around as he said, “YES!”

 As he sat me on the ground he asked, “Are you not wearing a bra?” As he asked his eyes seemed to darken at the thought. I shook my head. His Alpha wolf must be taking over on him with that thought because he began backing me into the wall again. I can’t really be angry with him for this because I know he isn’t in complete control of his actions. He grabbed me again into a kiss but this one was rougher. He grabbed my legs and threw them around his waist and backed me completely up to the wall.

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Cliffhanger anyone buhahaha!