I could handle it.
I could almost feel myself growing to love him, to appreciate his sweetness. I could imagine our future together. I could picture us a happy couple. Respect, mutual understanding and love would be the secret ingredients... There would be no complications, no drama, no unnerving possessiveness, and no mind-blowing passion. It would be much easier that way.
Would it be enough though? A voice whispered ever so meekly in the back of my mind. I inwardly rolled my eyes at that and shrugged it off.
After he parked the car and we got out of it, we could see in the distance some big gray clouds and I could only hope it would not rain. Despite us – witches – being friends with the nature, I was not one to like storms – not in the least bit.
I smiled at Tim as he took my hand in his and could not help but stare at his handsome face. His hair was the rich color of dark honey and his eyes a beautiful dark brown. He had a fair skin though not sickly so, a square jaw and a dazzlingly bright smile. All in all, he was hot, yet I could only compare him to Jonathan and feel as if somehow all of that wasn’t enough.
I shook my head at that, persuading myself it was my hormones’ doing, and continued to walk at a leisurely slow pace, side by side with him, towards where we could see Seth and Carla standing, waiting for us.
Soon enough, we reached them. I joyfully greeted Seth and then pulled Carla in a hug. Just as I was about to free myself from her friendly embrace, my eyes settled on the oh-so-dear alpha-ultra.
He wasn’t standing particularly close to us but, somehow, his mere presence made it feel like he had invaded my personal space.
There was no need for me to wonder how he came to know where we’d be watching the movie, for I had been expecting it. I was sure he would use his status to get the information out of someone –and to my utter and complete delight, he had.
As Carla released me from her tight hold, I could feel a grin tugging at the corners of my mouth, but I would not allow it to appear.
I hope you’re ready, mate. I narrowed my eyes at him ever so slightly – in order to let him know I had seen him – when his gaze locked mine captive for a couple of seconds.
The eye-contact felt almost too hard to break but I eventually managed to avert my eyes from his alluring blue orbs when they shifted to Tim’s hand that had come to rest on my arm.
If his looks were any indications, I’d say my precious mate didn’t seem to like my date all that much. I could understand that since, admittedly, Tim couldn’t hold a candle to him... Nevertheless, he was the choice I had made, the safe and reasonable one. My rational side couldn’t approve more of Tim. My body, on the other hand, seemed to be of another thought.
We were entering the movie theater, and I could see Tim’s lips moving, forming words that I could not hear. I had not paid attention to what was being said around me, too absorbed as I was in my devilish thoughts, but I was smart enough to smile engagingly when it seemed right.
It was going to be a fun night.
Chapter 15
Push and Pull
I watched the movie with an absent mind, distracted as I was by my plans for the night, and way too aware for my liking of his stares. Jonathan’s eyes had not leaved me from where he was sitting, four rows behind me – yes, I had managed to discreetly locate him or so I hoped.
Sometime during the movie, Tim awkwardly dropped his arm on the back of my seat, and I had to repress the ridiculous urge to giggle. I was sure, however, we would have been able to hear a barely contained, throaty growl if it weren’t for the fusillade roaring on the screen at the time. The guys had chosen an action movie. I would have preferred a romantic one, thus I would have been able to cuddle with my date and irk that damned alpha mate a little bit more –I had no such luck.
We take what we can, I mused, a stupid smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. I allowed it to appear since no one would see it or question it anyway.
There wasn’t much I planned to do really. I was just going to push his buttons with all my might.
I wanted him blind with jealousy and rage. I wanted him to snap and lose that iron-like control of his, which shouldn’t be too hard considering his anger issues and all. If I achieved that, I could point out the things I wanted to get through that thick head of his –we were not compatible, not at all.
As Tim’s hand came to rest conveniently upon my arm and he held me to him, we could hear a distinct creak barely seconds later. That loud cry of complain must have come from his chair. We were at one of those rare movie theatres which seats had armchairs to them.
Poor thing, a mental giggle erupted in my mind. My lips itched to let out a real one but that would not and could not do. I gently bit on my lower lip, efficiently containing the offending sound that had been seconds away from betraying me.
Soon enough, the movie ended, and we were heading out of there. I didn’t need to turn around to see if he was following us, I knew he would be. I
