Werewolf Compilations novel Chapter 102

I stand in the mirror and run a comb through my hair, brushing through it before bed. My mind cannot stop wandering to earlier when James and I kissed on his bed, and the thought makes me giddy. My cheeks have been stained red, and my lip quivers as his lips haunt mine. I feel like a young girl, the one I never was. The girl that kissed a boy in the trees then ran off to tell her friends about it, only I have no friends here. There's James, then Gail and Theresa, Theodore, Will, Claire, my mother, Noah... Is it sad that I can list all of the people I've interacted with through these past few months?

I need to find a friend, and not the kind of friends the girls at my pack used to have—always talking about each other—but a real friend. Obviously, Claire won't work, and Theodore probably finds me annoying. Gail and Theresa are lovely, but I need someone my age. Preferably a girl so we can be alone without James getting any ideas.

I set down my brush and leave the bathroom, my robe tied tight to keep me warm. My bed looks the same, same comforter, same pillows, same scent, softness, and warmth, but my mind continues to drift to him. Do I want him here? Do I want him to sleep in my bed tonight? The night that he did was the best sleep of my life. It's not something completely new, we have done it before, so it's not too big of a deal, right?

I walk down the hall softly even though it is only us in the house at this time. I take a deep breath before knocking lightly on his door, then I step back as if knocking on a stranger's front door. Crossing my arms, I wait for a few seconds until he opens one. "Is something wrong?" James asks, glancing down the hall.

I peer behind me for a second then look back. "Oh, no, I just...I, uh, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to sleep with me—in my bed, I mean, like we did before." I internally curse at myself and swipe the blush from my cheek, pushing my hair behind my ear. "If you want."

I look up at James' somewhat amused face as he leans against the doorframe. Not knowing what to do, my bush deepens and I stand awkwardly, waiting for an answer.

"Okay," I say, wanting to run back to my room and hide. "I'm just going to go back and—"

"No, no," he stops me, "of course I will. You're just so adorable when you ask."

I swallow. "Okay, well, I'll..."

"I'll be there in a minute," he says and I nod before walking away.

I leave the door open a quarter of the way and scan over the room. Quickly, I pick up the decorative pillows and arrange them neatly at the base of the bed, swipe up my dirty shirt from the floor, and clear the nightstands of my empty glass and books and random things.

I sit under the covers, my legs crossed, with a book in my hand, pretending to read. My eyes glance up at the door every three seconds until I hear him coming down the hall. My heart begins to race and the giddy feeling returns. James pushes the door open and comes inside, and I look up while closing the book.

"Hi," I say right away, then wonder why I'd done it.

James walks to the other side of the bed. "Hi, Rae."

I watch as the beautiful man gets into my bed, and again, young Rae comes out to question. How did I get myself here? How is an Alpha getting into my bed? James gets comfortable and I set my book on the nightstand, awkwardly scooting down and positioning myself. The first time we did this, I was drunk with exhaustion and saying whatever came to mind, and now I wish I could take a quick swig of something. I rest my head on my pillow and imagine the times when he'd come in here himself and sleep. It's like traveling back, like I'm not here and I get to witness this need of his.

I'm enjoying this, asking him to do things I want to do, no longer scared of the backlash.

I reach over to the lamp on the bedside table and turn it off, submerging us in darkness. "James?" I ask, remembering from earlier, "Can I get her next diary from the secret room?"

I hear him shift, feeling the bed move a bit. "There's more?"

"There's two more."

His voice is soft, not threatening or powerful like an Alpha's would be, the voice I had grown used to when I first came. I like this one better, this soothing one. "I'll grab them for you in the morning. I'll leave them on your shelf."