He moves his head to the other side of my face and places small kisses from my ear to the crook of my neck and back to my ear. He whispers.
“Because your mine.”
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“Alex?.........Alex?......... Alex, you ok? What are you doing sat out here?” I hear aunt Sara’s voice call from somewhere in front of me.
What am I doing? Honestly I don’t know. I’ve moved about four feet in the last few hours since Logan left. From the wall to the swing, if I didn’t, I would have been in a heap on floor.
′Because your mine.....′ That’s what he said. Then he turned and walked away. And just left me standing, well leaning there. So am I ok?...... Short answer is I don’t know.
“Um yeah thanks, I’m just getting some fresh air.” Aunt Sarah looks at me like she’s not too sure I actually am ok.
“Well do you have something on your mind? Anything you need to talk about?” I must really not look alright if she’s asking to talk.
“No I’m good. Thanks though.” I stand up and smile at her, trying to reassure her that I am actually am.
“Right well do you fancy Chinese for dinner? You good to call while I take a quick shower? I smell so bad of paint.” She says with a gentle laugh while pulling her shirt up to her nose to take a smell.
We sit at the small table while we eat our food and talk about our days. She tells me all about the big commission she’s working on. I love that she’s so passionate about it. I hope I love my career as much as that. What ever it may be. I haven’t figured it out yet. My mind however keeps drifting back to Logan. I keep thinking about what it would be like to actually kiss him. But then I remind myself that’s it’s no use fantasizing about that. He might think I’m his, but he’s not mine. And he never will be, not if his family have anything to with it, if what he’s told me is true.
It’s times like these that I miss my mum. We never really talked about boys, but that’s only because there was never the need. I think I could have talked to her about Logan though. And Chris. She would have known what to do.
“I’m gonna make a hot chocolate and sit outside for a while. You want one?” I ask while getting up to reach the milk from the fridge.
“No, I’m good thanks. I’m actually going to have an early night. You don’t mind do you. I’ll be out early in the morning again. I’m sorry that we don’t really see that much of each other. But you do know if you ever needed me to talk or just take a night off earlier you only need to ask. I want to make sure that you are ok and looked after.” She comes up to stand with me at the hob and puts her hand on my shoulder.
“I know you would do. But honestly I’m fine. You’ve done enough for me already anyway. But I’ll keep it in mind. Thanks.” I genuinely mean it. She has done enough for me. I’m not too sure what would have happened if she hadn’t taken me in. Its not like I had anywhere else I could have gone. She nods her head at me and smiles.
“Okay well good night and I’ll hopefully see you tomorrow, night.” She grabs a glass of water and heads upstairs. I finish making my own drink, fetch the blanket off the sofa and head to the back porch. I get comfy on the sofa and start looking around me. After a few minutes of searching the tree line it occurs to me what I’m looking for.
My wolf.
It’s been a while since I last saw him. I know it’s pretty stupid of me to be looking for him, especially after that hiker was killed, but part of me still thinks I have just made him up.
When my drink has finally cooled down enough to drink I take a sip and just as it touches my lips I hear a rustle of leaves, making me jump and spill some of my drink. When I’ve finished dabbing my shirt with my hands, I look up, and sat in the centre of my lawn, it’s him.
He’s there, just watching me with those green eyes. They actually remind me of Logan’s, maybe that’s why I like the wolf so much. I shake my head laughing at myself. The wolf stands up at the noise and starts walking closer. I hold my hand up in front of me as a signal for him to stop, now he’s actually here I realize I was pretty stupid to be sitting outside. He is a wild animal after all.
He stops. I think my breathing stops too.
The wolf tilts his head to the one side as if deciding whether he wants to come nearer or not. He must make up his mind and continues towards me.
I stand up off the sofa and move down the porch step and wait at the bottom, my heart beating erratically. Again my heart and my head are at war with each other. He comes to a stop in front of me. He is more beautiful than I remember. I tentatively put out my hand out, palm facing down and the wolf moves his head so it fits underneath my hand. I quickly take my hand back and move back up the steps a little. trying to put a little distance between myself and the magnificent creature infront of me. He follows my movements and lays
