For The Good Of The Pack.
The Damn Truck.
“My dad is coming” Julian said standing in the kitchen doorway.
I almost dropped the milk that I was poring into my cereal. I put the milk down and gripped the black countertop, breathing in and out to cool my nerves…
“He what?” I asked turning around to look at him.
Julian walked into the kitchen around the island to stand in front of me. This could not be happening! I still had so much I had to sort out, Julian’s father had to come now? I’m not even sure I wanna meet the dude after what Julian had told me about him.
“My father and his pack are coming…to meet you.”
“Oh Julian, you should just call him back and tell him that he doesn’t have to come all the way over here to meet me! I don’t mind, really! I’m not that important.” As I talked I waved my hands all around my face like a lunatic. I was in a bad enough place as it was, with me changing in the middle of the night, the pressure from everyone in my pack to procreate, while I am just a child myself, and Julian…oh god Julian, dripping wet from his shower and he had only a towel in. How come I didn’t notice this before? He was so close to me now. Why did male werewolves had to be so fuckin hot (in more was then one) Julian of course notices my discomfort. It was kinda hard to miss, with me shifting my weight from foot to foot.
“Something wrong?” He asked cocking his head like a pup, pretending he didn’t know. I wanted to smack that smirk right off his face. But as he talks the hand that was holding is towel…loosens. I’m not even thinking about his face as my eyes go down…down…down.
“Rayland?” My eyes snap back so fast I get a little dizzy.
“Yup, yup. I’ma hungry, hungry hippo, Julian! Why are you keeping me from my food?” I spun around on the ball of my foot, blushing like crazy, and started to shove cereal in my mouth as fast as I could.
“You may be hungry but you are far from being a hippo.” Julian whispered in my ear, I could feel his smirk. His hand touched the back of my neck and his thumb rubbed slowly over the top of my spine. “Besides, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed. You are my mate after all, you can look as much as you want.” He laughed, pushed away from me and headed back up stairs.
“Jerk thinks this is funny? I’ll show him funny.” I muttered to myself.
After Julian had gotten dressed and I finished my breakfast, muttering to myself the whole time, Julian told me we were going to Devin’s house.
We walked outside. Looking around I admired the woods that surrounded Julian’s house. After looking around for a bit I found myself faced with the dilemma of Julian’s truck.
You see, Julian’s truck was quite big, so big that I was having trouble getting into it. I tried putting both hands on the seat and using my upper body strength to hoist myself up, but that didn’t seem to work. I tried grapping onto the seatbelt and swinging my leg up like I had as a little girl in my dad’s truck, but my short leg could barely reach the floor on the truck.
Julian looked over the seat. “Need some help?”
“Screw you.” Was my lovely reply as I finally got both legs onto the floor of the truck and was able to climb in from there.
“Well now we can get going, close your door would you?”
But the thing was, the door was open as far as it would go because of my little fight with the seats. The door was way too far for me to reach…but I tried anyways and almost found myself ding a face plant on the ground but Julian, of course, grabbed my arm before I fell.
“I’ll get it…”
And he did, it made me feel kind of nice, like I was one of those ladies in the movies when the doors are always opened and closed for them. Yes it made me feel nice…but it also made me feel weak. And being weak was something that I can never be.
I almost dropped the milk that I was poring into my cereal. I put the milk down and gripped the black countertop, breathing in and out to cool my nerves…
“He what?” I asked turning around to look at him.
Julian walked into the kitchen around the island to stand in front of me. This could not be happening! I still had so much I had to sort out, Julian’s father had to come now? I’m not even sure I wanna meet the dude after what Julian had told me about him.
“My father and his pack are coming…to meet you.”
“Oh Julian, you should just call him back and tell him that he doesn’t have to come all the way over here to meet me! I don’t mind, really! I’m not that important.” As I talked I waved my hands all around my face like a lunatic. I was in a bad enough place as it was, with me changing in the middle of the night, the pressure from everyone in my pack to procreate, while I am just a child myself, and Julian…oh god Julian, dripping wet from his shower and he had only a towel in. How come I didn’t notice this before? He was so close to me now. Why did male werewolves had to be so fuckin hot (in more was then one) Julian of course notices my discomfort. It was kinda hard to miss, with me shifting my weight from foot to foot.
“Something wrong?” He asked cocking his head like a pup, pretending he didn’t know. I wanted to smack that smirk right off his face. But as he talks the hand that was holding is towel…loosens. I’m not even thinking about his face as my eyes go down…down…down.
“Rayland?” My eyes snap back so fast I get a little dizzy.
“Yup, yup. I’ma hungry, hungry hippo, Julian! Why are you keeping me from my food?” I spun around on the ball of my foot, blushing like crazy, and started to shove cereal in my mouth as fast as I could.
“You may be hungry but you are far from being a hippo.” Julian whispered in my ear, I could feel his smirk. His hand touched the back of my neck and his thumb rubbed slowly over the top of my spine. “Besides, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed. You are my mate after all, you can look as much as you want.” He laughed, pushed away from me and headed back up stairs.
“Jerk thinks this is funny? I’ll show him funny.” I muttered to myself.
After Julian had gotten dressed and I finished my breakfast, muttering to myself the whole time, Julian told me we were going to Devin’s house.
We walked outside. Looking around I admired the woods that surrounded Julian’s house. After looking around for a bit I found myself faced with the dilemma of Julian’s truck.
You see, Julian’s truck was quite big, so big that I was having trouble getting into it. I tried putting both hands on the seat and using my upper body strength to hoist myself up, but that didn’t seem to work. I tried grapping onto the seatbelt and swinging my leg up like I had as a little girl in my dad’s truck, but my short leg could barely reach the floor on the truck.
Julian looked over the seat. “Need some help?”
“Screw you.” Was my lovely reply as I finally got both legs onto the floor of the truck and was able to climb in from there.
“Well now we can get going, close your door would you?”
But the thing was, the door was open as far as it would go because of my little fight with the seats. The door was way too far for me to reach…but I tried anyways and almost found myself ding a face plant on the ground but Julian, of course, grabbed my arm before I fell.
“I’ll get it…”
And he did, it made me feel kind of nice, like I was one of those ladies in the movies when the doors are always opened and closed for them. Yes it made me feel nice…but it also made me feel weak. And being weak was something that I can never be.
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I find myself wondering if Rayland is weak…or I make her seem weak. I’m a tough girl so I surprised that I have to tell myself to write this or that cuz it’ll make her seem weak. Do you think that she seems to girly or wimpy?Thanks for reading ^_^
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