Chapter Thirteen
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* Brett's POV *
I had just finished my morning workout and was looking forward to heading back to my room to find Mauve still sleeping. I had been thinking about what I would say to her, playing out different scenarios in my head. But my train of thought was interrupted by Jax, who seemed to be in a playful mood. "So Bro, who's the mysterious lady you have in your room then?" he asked, sniggering.
I tried to play dumb, but before I could even respond, Miles had joined us and was in on the joke. "Come on, we know you have someone," he said. "You left the party early, not to be alone." Before I could protest, they had both barged into my room. I dove after them, yelling, "GET OUT!" But to my surprise, the room was empty.
"So you really are just a wet wipe then," Jax laughed, while Miles added, "Don't come in mine unless you want to be hit with the smell of multiple orgasms."Miles Chuckled, I couldn't help but laugh at their off-base assumptions. "Eww, you're both wrong, so wrong," I said.
I was still left wondering where Mauve had disappeared and how she had managed to leave without being seen. The whole situation was bizarre and left me feeling confused and a little concerned. I hoped that she was okay and that I would be able to find her later.
I found myself lost in thought in my room, trying to figure out how to find her. After a while, I decided to take action. I got in my car and made a few phone calls, trying to gather any information that might lead me to her. I remembered the other night when I saw her in the woods and followed her; I was in my wolf form, so I couldn't exactly remember the right address. Suddenly, I received a text message with her address. I suppose being the future alpha has its advantages.
I quickly drove over to her house, determined to see her. I had her clothes washed and pressed, which gave me a good excuse to turn up. As I arrived, I looked at the house and sighed. How could anyone live like this? "I murmured to myself. I composed myself and headed to the door. A middle-aged woman answered the door, and I asked politely, "Is Mauve in, please ma'am?" She eyed me up and down before calling for Mauve.
Mauve appeared at the door in her pyjamas, and I couldn't help but smile. I eyed her up and down, taking in her appearance. Before I could say anything, she folded her arms across her chest and shut the door in my face. I was taken aback, surprised by her reaction. After a couple of minutes, she came back dressed and ushered me towards the woods. I followed her, wondering what was going on in her mind.
*Mauve's POV *
The woods have always had a calming effect on me. There's something about the fresh air, the sound of rustling leaves, and the gentle flow of a nearby river that soothes the soul. I found myself seeking answers to some burning questions.
"So spit it out, then Brett, what did you want to talk to me about?" I snapped, growing impatient.
"Okok, no need to snap Mauve," he chuckled, unperturbed by my irritation.
"Fine one to talk," I retorted, "what is up with your multiple personalities? One minute, you're nice to me, and then rude, I don't understand."
"I don't have multiple personalities," he stated, raising an eyebrow.
We continued our walk until we reached a boulder overlooking the river. I took a seat, gazing out at the water as Brett sat down next to me. We sat in silence for a while, each lost in our thoughts.
After some time, Brett spoke up. "So, you don't remember anything then? Not even the kiss?"
I almost jumped up in surprise. "What kiss? What are you talking about?" I asked with a slight panic in my voice.
He just laughed. "Never mind," he shrugged, dismissing the topic.
Unable to contain my curiosity, I shoved him playfully, causing him to lose his balance and fall off the boulder. In one quick motion, he pulled me down with him, and I landed on top of him, laughing at our unexpected tumble. As I looked at him, I couldn't help but admire his beautiful smile.
"Damn, snap out of it, Mauve," I thought to myself. "No distractions."
*Brett's POV*
As we lay there, our faces inches apart, I couldn't help but notice the sparkle in her eyes. It was as if the whole world had stopped, and all that mattered was this moment. I felt a strong urge to kiss her again, but I restrained myself, not wanting to scare her off.
Mauve, seemingly oblivious to the tension between us, pushed herself up and sat back on the boulder, dusting off her pants. "So, what did you really want to talk to me about, Brett?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.
I sat up, running a hand through my hair, trying to gather my thoughts. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay, I guess. You disappeared from my room without a word, and I was worried."
Mauve's expression softened, and she looked at me with a hint of apology. "I'm sorry about that. I just needed to get out of there before things got awkward."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Awkward? What do you mean?"
Mauve sighed, her eyes drifting towards the river. "Look, Brett, I appreciate your concern, but I think we need to set some boundaries. I don't know what's going on between us, but I need some space."
I felt a pang of disappointment, but I understood where she was coming from. I nodded, trying to appear nonchalant. "Yeah, no problem. I get it."
*Mauve's POV*
As we sat there, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. A part of me was drawn to Brett, but another part was scared of getting too close. I had seen the way he looked at me, the way he smiled, and it made me feel all fluttery inside. But I knew I couldn't let my guard down, not yet.
As we parted ways, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. Was I ready to open up to him to let him in? I didn't know, but what I did know was that I couldn't deny the spark between us.
As I walked back to my house, I felt a sense of unease. I knew that I had to be careful, that I had to protect myself from getting hurt. But a part of me couldn't help but wonder, what if?
*Brett's POV*
As I drove back to my place, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Mauve was hiding something from me. There was something in her eyes, a secret she wasn't willing to share. I made a mental note to keep a closer eye on her, to figure out what was going on.
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