Ordinary

SEVEN

Ordinary POV

Jason has been in my room from sunup to sundown, every day since I got here. I asked him not to sleep here, but he thinks not having my wolf means I don’t hear him curl up below my window at night. Part of me wants to believe what he says about us being mates but there’s so much to question. He’s opened up about everything from the death of his first mate and pup, to his childhood, and even what happened when I first got here. Without my wolf though, I don’t know what the bond is supposed to look like. I can feel the slight static when he’s near me, but I’ve done my best to avoid touching him since the awkward, naked wake up.

“Ordinary, why don’t we go for a walk today? A little fresh air couldn’t hurt.” Jason gently prods. He’s been almost too patient with everything. How, if we truly are mates could he have gone this long without so much as a touch? By now, he should be going insane. Keeping my questions to myself, I agree to go with him.

The grounds here are gorgeous, it almost looks like something out of a magazine. There are families walking around, children playing, and so many happy faces. Silver Blood never looked anywhere close to this. The only people playing out in the fields were the alcoholics that had gotten drunk before noon. On my trip down memory lane, I forgot to watch where I was going. One missed step coming down the stairs and my face was headed straight for the concrete steps in front of me. I closed my eyes and braced for impact, but instead of cold concrete, tingles erupted throughout my body as Jacob swept me up and held me close to his body.

“Perhaps, wanting you to walk this far away from the hospital was a bad idea given the time frame.” Jacob says with a worried look. “Are you okay? Do you want to go back? What can I do?” Too breathless to respond, I turn my face into his shoulder. Everything begins happening so fast, I’m not sure what to address first. My wolf suddenly jumps to life and is screaming in my head about finally getting to meet her second chance mate, but also pissed that he had her drugged. I’m embarrassed from almost falling when wolves are meant to be stealthier creatures and I begin to notice Jacob trembling. I know the increase in food and decrease in activity had caused me to gain a little weight but surely not so much that another wolf wouldn’t be able to carry me. Just in case I am becoming to heavy for him I force myself to attempt to get out of his hold. I begin apologizing and try to push away from him, looking down the entire time. My wolf would never allow me to force myself away from him if I stared into his perfect eyes.

He growls softly and tightens his grip around me, “Please. Please, don’t push away from me. I can feel your wolf waking. I know I said I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to, but please just let me hold you for a moment longer.”

“You’re shaking” I murmur “I must be heavy; you can hold me while I stand up right? Like a hug?”

I expected to feel him start to put me down, instead the shaking got a little stronger as Jacob began to laugh uncontrollably. Between spurts he is barely able to speak “Sweet Wolf, you think my shaking is because of your weight? I could carry you just like this for miles and never break a sweat. You’re adorable. I apologize for shaking, my wolf and I were debating over control.” He kisses my forehead as his laughter begins to subside. “I suppose I should also apologize for laughing at you. It was in poor taste. Do you forgive me, my Sweet Wolf?”

Staring up at him while he apologizes, I’m able to allow my wolf to take full stock of every beautiful feature. The far-fetched idea of us being mates, makes perfect sense now. The reaction to his touch alone proved that, but now that my wolf was awake and speaking there was no denying anything he had to say. It suddenly hits me that he’s asked a question and I need to respond but staring at him open mouthed, I can’t seem to find any words. I can’t even pretend to know what it was that he had asked or that I had any kind of response that wouldn’t make me sound like a complete and total i***t.

“Can I kiss you?” comes out as a surprise to both of us. Jacob, taken aback by my sudden jump in willingness to be near him “Y… Yes!” he responds with a slight squeak to his voice. I softly kiss his lips; the feeling is unlike anything I have ever imagined. His shaking returns and Jacob suddenly pulls back and sets me down. “Goddess, you’re perfect.” Jacob says breathlessly. “We can continue this, but not here” he says looking around. “Lets go to our house, and I’ll explain whatever it is that you’re wanting to know.” Once again, I’m looking up at him completely at a loss and too stunned to speak.

He leads the way to what he says is going to be our home. Trying to hold any resemblance of composure seems far fetched but I know I should atleast try. In my twenties I shouldn’t be so naive and should have a better grasp on what is happening, but my second mate just pulled away from me like I insulted him. How do I know this isn’t a trick or that he didn’t pull away because I’m a bad kisser? The entire way there I allow myself to fall down this emotional spiral of why he would pull away from me the way he did and how to handle this situation. His words are always so sweet but his actions, they speak an entirely different story.