I woke up to the sound of thunder and realized we were in for another rainy day. Good thing I liked the rain. I loved the smell of it and it made me feel invigorated, even though I just wanted to cuddle up in bed and be lazy.I instinctively checked my phone and saw 2 new messages.Tyler:Good morning 🌞Ryder: Morning. Are you vegan?Wow... he was even worrying about my dietary restrictions. Pretty sweet.I typed my response to Tyler first, still wrestling with my lingering disappointment that I wouldn't be seeing him later.Me: Morning 🌞 You sleep ok?Then I typed my response to Ryder.Me: No. Bacon is my favorite food group 🥓 I don't eat olives though.Within seconds I had a response from Ryder.Ryder: Fuck... was gonna make olive pancakes. Thanks for ruining my plans.I couldn't help but giggle. Maybe this is why I found him endearing.I checked the time, 07:15. I still had a reasonable amount of time to get ready and hopefully squeeze in some room cleaning, but I already h
Ryder and I headed out to his car, but there was an air of awkwardness between us after our little altercation.He helped me in and closed the door before heading around to the driver's seat. When he got in he sat for a moment, staring at the rain as it fell on the windscreen. I was certain he wanted to say something, but he either thought better of it or wasn't sure how.Instead, he simply started the car and we headed toward his house in total silence."Wanna put some music on?" I suggested hopefully, trying to fill the space between us with some kind of sound. "Sure. No problem," Ryder agreed, but he made no attempt to put the music on and the silence lingered.I was about to ask again when he spoke up, "You mad at me?" he asked, sounding a little on edge."A little," I replied honestly. "But it feels like the kind of thing a stack of pancakes might be able to fix," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.A small smile spread across his lips, relieved to hear that I wasn't planning to
"You okay?" he asked curiously, his lips only a breath away from my ear.I swallowed. "Fine," I replied unconvincingly."You sure? Because I'm pretty sure you aren't breathing," he murmured, his voice low and resonating in my ear.He was right. I wasn't breathing. I exhaled deeply and felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. He knew what he was doing. He knew how he made me feel and he reveled in it.I took a deep breath and placed the last three pancakes in a stack. "Ready to eat?" I asked, pretending everything was fine and I wasn't on the verge of begging him to kiss me again."Ooh! Yes! Syrup or Honey?" he asked, heading back over to the pantry.Either he was a good actor or the mate bond didn't seem to have quite the same effect on me as it did on him, because he seemed perfectly functional while I felt confused and disoriented."Uh... syrup please," I replied, cutting two squares of butter and placing them on top of each of our stacks.Ryder returned with a bottle of maple syrup
"What do you mean you aren't going to be Alpha? You're twins, right? Shouldn't you like, share the title or something?" I asked, surprised by his revelation.He shook his head vehemently. "No way. That might be Tyler's dream, but it sure as shit isn't mine," he explained, bitterness lacing his voice.It all seemed to suddenly make sense. This was the reason he was such a huge disappointment to his parents, why he had a far more flexible schedule than Tyler. I stared at him in surprise for a moment as it all fell into place."So, sorry to disappoint you, but you're mated to one future Alpha... and me," he finished, the bitterness morphing into disdain as he gestured toward himself.He seemed annoyed and was suddenly staring at me as if waiting for my reaction, his eyes burning with defiance.I looked at him, my own eyes wide and filled with worry as I whispered, "I don't want to be Luna," shaking my head slightly as I revealed the truth to him.His expression softened. "Does Tyler know
Ryder and I spent most of the day chatting in the kitchen and getting to know one another better. After telling him about my relationship with my parents, he seemed to have dropped his guard a little more, and the conversation was filled with fewer jokes and less sarcasm. Instead, it was replaced with more honesty and vulnerability. I was just telling Ryder about the time Skylar had sabotaged my dress for a school dance by slashing the skirt, when Tyler appeared in the doorway, taking me by surprise. I jumped off the chair I'd been perched on beside Ryder and stood there like I'd been caught in some compromising position. Tyler chuckled and headed to the fridge. "Hey, guys. Sorry to interrupt," he apologized, taking a soda out and snapping it open. Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, I went on to say, in a rather surprised and accusing tone, "What are you doing here? You aren't supposed to be here." "It's kind of my house..." he reminded me with a chuckle. "But you sai
I looked up at him, my heart racing and my eyes begging him for more. He released my hand, his fingers now cradling my cheek tenderly as he kissed me. His touch sent a rush of pleasure through me as a wave of goosebumps rippled throughout my body. My hands had a mind of their own as they trailed their way up his arms and over his shoulders before they wrapped around the back of his neck. The kiss grew more fervent and his hands wandered down the curves of my body before settling on my butt. He began to trail hungry kisses down my neck as his hands pulled my hips closer to him possessively. I leaned my head back, giving him all the access he needed as he nipped and kissed along my neck and collarbone. His fingers began a desperate ascent once more, feeling their way over my body like a man lost in the darkness. They wandered up under my top, his touch warm against my skin as he wrapped a hand around my waist, anchoring me in place against him as he kissed me once more. With one hand
To my own astonishment, I actually considered his request very seriously. Under normal circumstances, I would probably have dismissed it immediately, but in truth, I didn't want to be away from him either. I wanted to stay. I wanted to feel like this forever. I wanted to see where this would go. But I knew where this would go... And while there wasn't much point in delaying the inevitable, I also felt that there wasn't much point in rushing it either. "I can't," I whispered, the words hard to say as I fought between two conflicting parts of myself. There was logical Katelyn, who liked to plan everything out, and then impulsive Katelyn, who liked to take chances and let the chips fall where they may."Yeah, you can. It's getting late anyway. Just stay, Kate. We have loads of spare bedrooms. Nothing has to happen. Just stay here with me," he repeated. He didn't sound desperate, but there was an underlying neediness that rang through. "I can't, Ryder. I don't..." I hesitated, uncertai
I'm not sure why I did it. I don't know why I asked her if she wanted to see the studio. Now that she was here I felt like an idiot. This was the kind of thing I pulled when I wanted to impress a girl, but Katelyn was different... I didn't want her to be impressed. I wanted her to be interested.In most cases, I would invite a girl here with the sole intention of getting laid. I don't know if it was the music shit or the lighting, but something about the room seemed to seal the deal almost every single time."Pretty Cool," she said as her eyes scanned the room.I headed to the back of the room, sitting at my desk as I watched her wandering around the dimly lit room. She explored the various musical instruments that I probably should have packed away a little more neatly the last time I was in here.Her fingers skimmed the strings of an acoustic guitar I'd been messing around on the night before and she turned to look at me. "Do you play?" she asked, looking up at me with curiosity.My