My Holiday Mate

I Love Him

Sarah POV

I understand that it was my choice to take some time away from Daniel to process what he shared with me. Nevertheless, I couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort and emptiness whenever I wasn’t near him. My chest felt heavy and hollow, as if a part of me was missing due to the absence of contact with Daniel.

It’s been two weeks since our last encounter in the woods, and during this time, I found myself repeatedly tempted to reach out to Daniel—whether through a text message or a phone call—to hear his deep, husky, and distinctly masculine voice once more.

Yet, every time I considered doing so, I hesitated, aware that making contact might only complicate matters further. The truth was, I hadn't even settled on what I truly wanted for our future, and I understood that acting impulsively could lead to more confusion and uncertainty for both of us.

Since Daniel confided in me that he is a werewolf, I have spent the past few weeks immersing myself in research about them, delving into information on supernatural beings such as werewolves, vampires, and other entities of that nature.

I kept replaying in my mind the details Daniel shared regarding what might happen if I were to accept him as my mate. The thought of myself as a sort of queen within his werewolf pack, coupled with the idea of him biting me to solidify our soulmate bond, fills me with a mixture of fear and apprehension.

If I were to embrace the lifestyle that Daniel has grown up in, it would require me to completely leave behind my current job and the world I have known all this time — switching from my familiar life to that of a werewolf. Am I truly willing to honestly abandon everything I have built and known for the possibility of a supernatural existence?

The most challenging aspect for me is staying away from Daniel. Being with him feels almost as natural as breathing—so much so that the presence of Daniel is an intrinsic part of my daily life. He is truly kind, caring, protective, and gentle, with a possessiveness that comes across in a positive, heartfelt way.

I find it almost impossible to imagine spending a day without being close to him, let alone going through the hours without talking to him. The separation has been incredibly difficult, and it’s been especially hard not to see him all this time.

I find myself unable to concentrate clearly at work or carry out my daily tasks without feeling distracted, as my thoughts are constantly consumed by Daniel.

After my arduous day came to an end, I decided to walk home to clear my mind. I hoped that the persistent thoughts and the ache in my chest would eventually fade away. I walked for nearly an hour, each step helping to ease my turbulent thoughts. When I finally arrived home, I promptly removed my clothes and stepped into the shower, still consumed by my thoughts as the water washed over me.

After stepping out of the shower, I felt unexpectedly light and mentally refreshed, a feeling I hadn't experienced in over two weeks. My mind had been overwhelmed with constant worrying and overthinking about everything around me and Daniel.

Admittedly, learning that Daniel is a werewolf was somewhat intimidating because it was all so unfamiliar and surprising to me. Still, despite the shock, I couldn't ignore the fact that Daniel has never threatened, harmed, or mistreated me in any way.

His actions have consistently demonstrated kindness and respect, which significantly helps to alleviate some of my fears. The solution has been apparent all along, clearly visible right in front of me throughout the entire time.

My conviction is firm: my feelings for Daniel are deep and unwavering. I love Daniel wholeheartedly, and that love is the only thing that truly matters to me. Embracing Daniel means accepting every aspect of him—his personality, his flaws, and everything about him, including his entire pack.

I reached out for my phone as I stepped into my bedroom, intent on calling Daniel. I hesitated for a moment before pressing the call button, contemplating whether I should surprise him instead. I glanced at the clock; it was nearly 7 o'clock. Knowing that Daniel often stays at work late into the evening, I figured that the best time to visit him would be around 11 or midnight, when he might be finished with his duties and at work.

It was a quarter past 11 o'clock when I stepped out of my apartment to catch my Uber. I sincerely hope Daniel is home; I haven't seen him in days, and hope coming by will be ok. I had slipped on a sexy red lingerie piece underneath the trench coat I'm wearing, hoping to feel confident and alluring for when I see Daniel.

The drive was brief as I reached Daniel's building. My nerves heightened as I stepped into the lobby and hurriedly moved into the elevator. I wondered whether Daniel would be pleased to see me after such a long separation, or if he would be upset with me for making him wait so patiently for a response.

I took a slow, deep breath as I stepped out of the elevator, feeling the cool press of the hallway air on my skin. I slowly walked down the corridor, my footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor. After what felt like a long journey, I finally arrived at Daniel's apartment door. I paused there for a moment, my hand trembling slightly, gathering the courage I needed before finally pressing the doorbell and awaiting what was to come.

Moments later, the door swung open slowly, revealing Daniel standing there shirtless, wearing only loose-fitting pajama pants that hung casually on his hips. My heart began to race, pounding faster and faster within my chest.

I found myself unable to speak, completely mesmerized by the sight before me—his smooth, alluring lips, the penetrating dark green eyes that seemed to draw me in, and his well-defined chest and abs that hinted at strength and confidence.

"Sarah, what are you doing here so late? Is everything all right? Daniel asked gently, concern evident in his voice. I didn't respond verbally; instead, I moved with urgency, my body acting instinctively.

Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around Daniel's neck and pressed my lips to his in a kiss. He hesitated for a moment, caught off guard, but then he responded by wrapping his arms around my waist. Drawing me even closer, he deepened the kiss, conveying a mixture of reassurance and longing.

We finally stepped back to catch our breath, and I gazed deeply into Daniel's eyes. He gently reached out and cupped my face in his hands. "What are you doing here so late?" he repeated softly. I looked into his eyes and whispered, "Daniel, I love you."