This seemed to bring a smile to his face. With newfound enthusiasm, he climbed out of his car, then came around to open the door for me and help me out. I looked around for Tyler's car, but there was no sign of it. Still, it could have been in the garage, I hoped. The thought was short-lived though, as Ryder took my hand and all but dragged me into the forest that surrounded his house. It started to drizzle as we trekked deeper in, then he turned around and announced, "This is a good spot," as he started to pull up his shirt. I turned around quickly, pulling my own damp shirt up over my head as I kicked my shoes off. "Are you serious? You know I've seen you naked, right?" he asked with a chuckle. "I know," I replied nonchalantly, my back still turned as I unhooked my bra and slid my pants off along with my underwear. "So then... what is the issue here?" he asked. He sounded simultaneously confused and mildly offended. I didn't want to answer, so instead, I shifted into my wolf
"What do you mean?" Ryder asked curiously."I mean, I had a dream about you, and I saw these tattoos, well, at least the placement of them. I was really mad at you in the dream and I wasn't really paying much attention to anything but how angry I was," I explained, my gaze still firmly planted on the gargoyle as if it were taunting my sanity."You had a dream about me?" Ryder asked, completely glossing over the part about me having been angry with him and the fact that I was having dreams that turned out to be premonitions."Don't be silly now. I'm being serious," I scolded him."What kind of dream? Was it, like, a sexy dream?" he asked, ignoring my plea."I'm serious, Ryder. Something feels weird about this," I pressed, feeling like he was treating this like it was trivial."Relax," he brushed me off. "Maybe you saw it in a photograph or maybe it was a lucky guess. It's not like I'm the only person on the planet to have this particular tattoo placement. You're reading into it too muc
"Why?" he asked me, his voice ringing with concern and suspicion. "Because I need to talk to him. I left my phone in your car, I need to call him," I went on, taking long strides back the way we'd come as I wiped the tears from my cheeks. The rain was coming down harder now and I was drenched within moments after leaving the shelter of the dense pine tree. He chased after me, spinning me around by the shoulder. "Come on, Kate. Don't do anything stupid now," he said, giving me a searching look as he tried to figure out what I was thinking. I snatched my shoulder away. "I just want to talk to him," I insisted, walking on through the pouring rain, determined to somehow get to him. "Kate!" he called after me as I stalked through the forest. I heard his footsteps behind me, snapping twigs with just about every step he took until he overtook me this time, standing in front of me and blocking my path. "Please move," I murmured with a sniff. He shook his head. "Listen to me, I don't kn
He led me back to the house in silence, as the rain came down endlessly. We stopped briefly to get our clothes. I don't remember dressing, but when I arrived at the house, I was wearing everything I'd come in, save for my shoes and socks. Ryder ushered me down the hallway towards his room, opening the door for me then leading me into the bathroom. He turned the water on while I shivered relentlessly, then helped me undress and gently urged me beneath the spray of hot water. "I'll be right back. Will you be okay?" he asked. "Yeah," I replied flatly. Slowly, the warmth of the water began to permeate my skin, defrosting me more and more the longer I stood beneath the cascading stream. Gradually, my dark mood began to lift slightly as my body fought off the icy chill of the rain. "All okay?" Ryder's voice echoed through the steamy air. "All okay," I confirmed with a nod, even though he probably couldn't see me through the frosted glass door. I stood there for a long time, allowing
He sighed, his guard dropping as he nodded.With gentle fingers he reached out for me, grabbing a fistful of the hoodie I was wearing as he tugged me towards him.I went along without complaint, grateful when he wrapped his arms around me more tightly this time. I buried myself against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and finding comfort in it.At least I had him.We stood like that for a long time and I felt absolute relief that I'd somehow managed to navigate this near disaster. I couldn't imagine him rejecting me. It almost felt like a heartbreaking inevitability with Tyler, but with Ryder... I think he was right... we were meant to be.I yawned against his chest and he chuckled as I snuggled against him."Are you tired?" he asked as he pressed a kiss to the top of my damp head."A little," I admitted, feeling guilty about it. It felt like I spent most of our time together sleeping lately."What about hungry?" he probed."I could eat," I confessed, acknowledging that the crois
I regretted the words almost immediately. It was too soon to say shit like that. I was going to freak him out and I wasn't even sure I meant them.He looked taken aback, surprised by the revelation. Panic surged through me and I felt like I'd fucked everything up again.His look softened and he kissed me again before resting his head on my chest. I held him there, wondering what to do. Should I apologize? Should I pretend it never happened? Should we talk about it?The silence stretched on and I realized the same thoughts were probably running through his head. I wanted to die of embarrassment. He hadn't said it back, which was almost as bad as the fact that I had said it at all.My fingers absentmindedly wound their way through his hair, despite my humiliating slip-up. It was as if I was determined to provide him with unsolicited affection, but I couldn't stop myself.He sighed and looked up at me, his chin resting on my chest now."You still hungry?" he asked, presumably trying to c
His expression softened when he saw that my intention was not to explicitly hurt his brother, but he still seemed mildly upset."You know that's a terrible idea, right?" he pressed, seemingly still on the defensive."Maybe... I don't want to get into it now though," I said, which was code for, 'I don't want to talk to you about it'.He sighed and wiped his hand over his face with frustration, but he didn't push me for any further details."You'd better let your aunt know that you're staying," he suggested, probably understanding that I might be waiting for quite a while."Good idea. Do you know where I left my phone?" I asked, looking around and feeling where I usually had pockets to tuck it away."Fuck... I think you said you left it in the car. I'll go get it for you," Ryder offered, already heading towards the door.The moment he left I collapsed back on the couch, groaning with self-loathing as I covered my eyes, trying to block out the rest of the world.I kept replaying the mome
At the top of the staircase was a dining area of sorts, which backed onto an open-plan kitchen. My fingers clutched Ryder's desperately as my anxiety levels peaked the further we wandered into what felt like an out-of-bounds area. We walked through a large archway into a cozy room that appeared to be some kind of hybrid between an office and a lounge. There was a large wooden desk and chairs for work, but then there were two well-worn brown leather couches facing a stone fireplace that seemed more for leisure. Ryder's dad sat at the desk while his mom hovered over him, pointing at something on the laptop screen as she squinted. Their focus shifted to us as soon as we stepped into the room. "Ah! Katelyn! How's your arm?" David asked, his voice brimming with concern as Liz straightened up. "I... It's much better, thanks," I hesitated, feeling my stomach twisting in knots. "Don't you two look adorable in your matching outfits," Liz said with a bright smile as her gaze darted betwee