I smirk as I pull back, and get a good look at his face. His eyes darken with lust.
“Are you sure?” He asks me. I nod yes.
“Of course I’m sure,” I say with a chuckle. “I’ve waited to long for you to get cold feet.”
He glares at me. “I’m not second guessing myself. I just want to make sure you’re okay with this.”
“Of course I am. I trust you, and I know I’m safe. You will take care of me right?”
He pressed a kiss to my lips , “Always.”
He kisses me again, this time more urgent. I moan softly as he deepens the kiss. I wrap my legs around his torso, and kiss him hard. But he stops suddenly. I give him a teasing smirk.
He moves my legs so that they are no longer around him. I give him another look, a scared on this time. He smiles at me.
“I have to tell you something before we go anything further,”
“Oh, Goddess! You got some random chick pregnant didn’t you?!” I say and cover my face. He laughs and pulls my hands away.
“No, and besides the only one having my babies is you baby.”
I give him a quick kiss. “Go on,”
“So, I have been feeling this way for a while but I didn’t know how you felt. I think that I should tell you before we take our relationship to the next level” Aw, he’s so sweet. “Alyssa, I love you. I love you with all of my hear, and I will love you until the day I die.”
I look at him, unsure what to say. Do I love him? It that the feeling I’ve been having. The warm glow in my chest that makes me feel safe and protected. “George…I love you too.”
He smiles and pecks me on the lips.
“So can we just do this or not? Because there is a show that I want to see, and it’s on tonight…” I trail off with a smirk.
“Of course! I’m not going to waster another minute. Don’t plan on sleeping tonight sweetheart, because you aren’t for the next month.”
I stare at him in shock and he just smirks.
He wraps my legs around his stomach again and pulls us out of the water. He walks us to the cabin. Once we get inside, he practically runs to the bedroom.
He lays me down, and stares at me. “George…can I ask you something?”
“Can it wait? I’m kind of in the middle of something,” he says and plants kisses on my neck.
“No,” I say and he freezes. He pulls back and looks me in the eye with worry.
“What is it?” he asks.
“Have you done this before? With someone else?” I ask him with concern.
“No, you’re the only one.” He replies and I release the breath I was holding.
I smile at him. “Good,”
“Now, if you don’t mind…I am going to make you forget everything in this world but me.” He says with a smirk, and I let him.
“Babe,” I hear George’s voice in the distance. I break from my amazing dream and come to. I roll over and slowly open my eyes; adjusting to the light. George is laying there in all his beauty.
“What?” I ask with a soft groan.
“Um,” he pauses, “nothing.” I sit up and glare at him. He gives me a confused look
“You woke me up for nothing?” I groan, throwing myself back down on my pillow.
“I didn’t think you’d wake up!” He defends with his hands out.
“I’m a light sleeper! What did you expect?”
He chuckles to himself.
I raise an eyebrow, “What’s so funny?”
“You….a light sleeper. Yeah okay! Says the one that slept threw a huge ass thunderstorm…” he says recalling a story I told him.
“Anyone can sleep threw a thunder storm!” I defend.
“You were sleeping in a shaky ten Alyssa.” He states.
I scowl at him. “You know what? I’m gonna try to sleep again.” I close my eyes and adjust my head on the soft pillow.
“Babe,” George says.
I open one eye and look at my mate. “What?”
“It’s already 1pm. Do you really need to sleep more?” he asks.
I smirk with my eyes closed. “There’s always time for beauty rest.”
Later that day, I wake up and George’s gone. Figures. I knew he’d get tired of watching me sleep, but the question is, where is he now?
I get out of bed, stretching as I do, and walk out to the living room. He isn’t there. I walk to the fridge, grabbing out a yogurt cup and grab a spoon before heading out to the porch.
I find George out there, reading a book.
“Hey Mr. Smarty pants. Whatcha readin’?”
He looks up and smiles. “Good morning, Sleepy pants.” he puts his finger in the book, marking the page, and shows me the cover, Where the Red Fern Grows, it reads.
I stick my tongue out in distaste. “Ew, I hated that book.” I comment.
He smiles, and looks at me. “So you’ve read it?”
“Of course I’ve read it! Who hasn’t? It’s only required for almost every child to read at least once in school” I say with a flick of a wrist.
“Oh is it?” He asks.
“Yes, it is.” I say to wrap up my argument.
“Well unlike everyone else, I did not have to read it for school.”
I scoff slightly. “Babe, you’re the future king. I’m sure teachers will bend to your will.”
He chuckles. “Mom and Dad value education a great deal. Every royal must have the very best education that they could receive.”
“So what did you read in class then?” I ask him out of curiosity.
“Oh you know, Werewolf history, royal bank statements.”
I laugh, “And suddenly, Where the Red Furn Grows, sounds so appealing.”
We laugh together but grow silently shortly after. I, eating my yogurt, and George back to reading.
“We are going to have to go back sometime,” I comment.
“I know. But right now, I just want to spend time with my beautiful mate. How does that sound?”
“Perfect, but one day it will get old. People will miss us,” I point out.
“It will never get old with you. And of course people will miss us. They will especially miss my amazing face!” he says. I roll my eyes and look at him.
“You are so full of yourself,” I say with a chuckle.
He laughs, “Only for you baby” He winks at me, making me laugh more.
“No, but I’m serious George. We’ll have to go back one day.”
“I know sweetheart. But for today, I’m spending time with my mate, everyone else can wait.” He smiles and I smile too. A few minutes later, George closes his book and stands up. He reaches his hand out to me, and I take his.
“How about a canoe ride on the lake with a short swim after, M’lady?”
I smile. “Sounds perfect.”
And it was.