She had the decency to
look ashamed
. Her hands slid into the
long single pocket
at her stomach.
"I... was. Following you. Because I was hoping to return something to you."
Slowly her right hand withdrew. Holding a
silver colored device
I immediately recognized.
"You took it from the pawn shop owner, then. Why?"
"I thought it would be better if it didn’t go through official channels."
She extended her hand in expectation that I should take it. My thoughts immediately went to the times our
fingers brushed
.
Which is why my tongue started to
wag imperiously
.
"So you hunted me down tonight for this. You must have a lot of free time."
A flicker of visible emotion crossed her face when I
provoked
her. Without reaching out for what she came
all the way here
for.
Satisfying...
"I wouldn’t call it hunting."
"Stalking, then."
"N-no? More like... ensuring your safety. While respecting your space."
"By following me from a distance, without my knowledge or consent, while hiding in the shadows?"
My chin raised as high as my eyebrow. I was getting into it now, her
scent
either affecting me less or...
maybe more
.
It was hard to say. I just knew that I was...
enjoying
myself.
"That’s literally the definition of stalking."
She
winced
and I felt an expected thrum of delight at having unsettled her. After making me feel like I was
about to be attacked
for that long!
"You’re right. I probably should have found a less direct way to return this."
The Alpha stood to her feet, the half head she had on me immediately flipping
my sense of superiority
. I felt
small and weak
in my legs - even though she was still a couple paces away.
"I just wanted to see you again. May I?"
Her hand raised and held the phone out once more. I hesitated, then stepped forward to take it - extra
careful to avoid
brushing her fingers with mine.
Because I feel like I might just
faint into her chest
after being given that look and... and
slightly hurt pout
. It doesn’t make any sense!
> I’m usually quite strong against begging tactics. This fated mate pull is... is... bullshit! No sympathy from me... Why am I trying to rationalize this, it is clearly just this stupid... scent. Clearly she is just enamored because of what this means in her society! I don’t like this. Not knowing whether feelings are me, the system, or else... No better than the man at the bookstore. <
My hope is that she is too busy trying to convince me to
pay attention
to that slip. How I really am also attracted to her... to the point of picturing what they
looked like bare
.
That my
little look
just then was someone thinking of ’past experiences’ rather than
fantasies
.