“Hey Alexia, is there any chance we could start again?” Well I was not expecting him to say that. Before I could say anything, he carries on.
“I think I misunderstood something, and I let it get to me.” He gives me a small smile.
“What did you misunderstand?” I ask, finally able to breathe now that he has taken his hand off my arm.
“I thought somebody had taken something that belonged to me. I’m very... possessive, over what’s mine. I can’t help it. It’s just the way I am.” It’s an explanation I suppose although what it has to do with me I don’t know.
Only one way to find out.
“What does that have to do with me. Unless you think I stole something from you?” I ask with a small smile on my lips. I like talking to him. He puts his hand back by my arm and moves his fingers so just the tips of them are slowly rubbing back and forth over my skin.
“No, you didn’t take anything, don’t worry about it. So what are your plans for later. I hear there’s a party, are you going?” I get the feeling he already knows that I’m not, but asked anyway. I move my arm away from him and he gives me a confused look, not knowing why I moved. Truth was, I couldn’t actually concentrate on putting a sentence together with him touching me like that.
“No, I’m not going. I’m just gonna go home and unpack the rest of my room. Gotta do it at some point. I figure I’ve been here long enough now.” I sound really lame. His smile gets bigger.
“So you’re not doing anything with your aunt then?”
“No, she’s going back to the studio after we’ve finished up here. Which is soon hopefully. I can’t take much more shopping.”
“Great, so you’re free to do something with me then? I’ll come pick you up at six.” He gets up and starts to move away. I finally realise what’s just happened.
“Wait, what? I’m not free, I’m busy. I have plans. And, and ... and you don’t even know where I live.” Why am I not really fighting this that much?
“I’ll see you at six. Wear the pink hoodie. It’s cute.” He says with a smile and a wink then turns around and carries on walking. I’m just stood there speechless wondering what just happened. Was that really Logan? He was like a completely different person.
Did I just agree to go on a date with him?
No, I didn’t, did I?
Oh my god, I did.
What should I wear. Wait, did he say pink hoodie? What pink hoodie? The only one I have is my new one but he wouldn’t know about that?
How does he know where I live? Oh man, I’m going out with a crazy guy tonight......
A really hot crazy guy though.
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Logan's POV
Saturday mornings always start early for me. I have to go run patrol around the borders to check they are still secure. This morning is even earlier than usual. My dad woke me up with news that a woman had been attacked and killed, so there was most likely a rogue in the area. We have pack members out hunting it before it kills anyone else.
And if anyone mentions it, ‘say it was a bear ’ are my fathers instructions. Straight away my mind wanders to Alexia. What she’s doing, if she’s safe. I’m itching to get to her to make sure she’s ok. The mate bond has been getting stronger over the past few weeks and I’m finding it harder to stay away from her. I heard her say she was going out shopping with her aunt today. I can use that to my advantage.
I get my patrol done in the quickest time I’ve ever done it and my dad’s proud of me because he thinks I’m stepping up and taking more responsibility. To make sure the pack is kept safe from rogues. Don’t get me wrong, I do want them to be safe. But right now the only thing I can think about is getting to Alexia to make certain she’s safe.
Rogue’s are the most despicable wolves. They treat she wolves like trash, and human women even worse. I don’t like the thought of one being in the same area as my mate. An unmated rogue is always drawn to unmated she wolves, sometimes even the mated ones. The women in our pack will be in danger until the rogue is found.
I head over to the mall, there’s really only one to go to, unless they wanted to drive for over an hour, so it wasn’t hard to know where she would be. After walking around for a while I caught her smell. I had it memorized now. Without so many other humans around I could have found her quicker. I finally spot her, looking in the window of a clothing store. She’s just talking about basic stuff with her aunt, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so relaxed. She is completely oblivious to the many guys that walk past and check her out. Does she not realise how beautiful she is? She starts to looks around as if sensing I’m watching her so I quickly move out of her sight. I like that she notices when I’m watching
