Werewolf Compilations novel Chapter 111

Later in the night, anticipating James' Father's arrival, I sit on my bathroom counter while brushing my hair, my back against the mirror. Theresa forgot to take the razor away from me after my shower, so I gave it back to her. She smiled and hugged me as if I had taken some big step to health. Either way, it felt nice to be hugged.

James should be getting back any minute now to get ready for dinner, and I'm excited to see him. I wish our bond hasn't strengthened because my plummet off of the cliff, but I feel close to him. My mind hasn't changed about being with him in a very intimate way, but I haven't brought it up. I don't know how tempting I am while being treated like a mental patient. If I asked I may be turned down again, and that only makes me angry. He should be asking me. He said he needs me, and I assume in many different ways, and I know one of them is that way. I'm his mate, of course he wants to be with me, but he doesn't act like it. I know it's because he thinks I'm in a fragile state, so I'm not going to push it.

I don't feel fragile. I feel fine. I want to tell him that, but I don't think he'd believe me. After trusting that I'd never do such a thing, I don't expect him to.

Running the brush through my hair, I cross my legs and sigh. I shall forever be the unmated Luna.

Sliding off of the counter, I leave the bathroom and turn to my closet, needing to get dressed. Taking off the robe, I put on underwear and search for something dinner-like. I've never had much luck with dressing for dinner, and I don't want to wear pajamas when meeting his father, so I take the time to look without getting overwhelmed.

While I'm trying a few things on, James comes in and I walk out of the closet to greet him as he sits down. He sits on the bed and falls back, looking tired. "Was it a rough day?" I ask, climbing up on the bed. I scoot in the way and he lifts his head up, resting it on my lap. He closes his eyes.

"It wasn't that bad."

"So you just missed me, then."

He peers up at me. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yes," I play along, not really knowing if he missed me. "Are you going to get ready?"

"I would rather stay here," he says, relaxing as I play with his hair.

We stay like this for a little while, forgetting about dinner and dressing ourselves and making a good impression. I lean against the headboard and look ahead, taking my eyes off of him as he continues to rest in my lap. "I really am feeling better," I say and he shifts.

"I know, you told me this morning. I'm glad you are."