His finger tips brush against mine and immediately, tingles erupt throughout my skin and everything underneath like needles and pins prickling my every nerve in an unexplainable, yet enjoyable sensation . I raise my head slight and turn to my left while propping a percentage of my weight on my elbows. "Don't do that." I whine at him and push my sunglasses away from my eyes to look at him properly.

"You mean this." He flips to his side and touches my bare arm on purpose, like the last seven times. I playfully growl at him to which he responds to with one of his now infamous wicked grins. Uh oh... Not again. His grin turns into a smirk as I begin to slightly cower away from him and onto the grass, leaving him alone on the blanket. "Uh oh indeed," he leans in close to my mark, at the nape of my neck. "My love." He says the last part in a British accent before he begins to tickle me endlessly.

Giggle after giggle, I feel my self loose even more breath involuntarily. My meaningless pleads for him to stop lessen as his fingers slowly decrease in motion. He's now laying on top of me, both arms propped beside my head, supporting his weight as he stares at me adoringly. The late summer afternoon sun casts aglow on his beautiful form, making him look much happier and younger from when we first met. My smile morphs into a dazed expression as I study every feature on his face carefully. His slightly overgrown hair hangs loosely from his head and brushes my brows slightly. His dimple stands to attention, one that I never knew existed until now. Huh, I guess that's one more thing we have in common. As if it wasn't enough already, he ended up growing two inches taller, making him 6 ft 3 while I remain in my short 5 ft 4 stage. Mother did say once that the women in her side of the family matured in height fully at the age of nineteen, leaving me with precisely two months to grow to my desired height. It's pretty impossible but hey, who says I can't be a 5 ft 10 model in my dreams.

Christopher leans in and brushes his lips on my mark, his newly found favorite body part of mine and whispers. "Had enough?" His voice drops an octave as he leaves a feathered kiss on the spot. I whimper in response as he pulls away to look at me. His hand raises and brushes one of my stray hairs away from my forehead and trails down, all the way a across jaw and onto my chin. "You're so beautiful." His eyes slowly turn to a really dark shade of brown, could probably be seen as black from far. "Stop being so cheesy." I slap his shoulder playfully and stare back at him.

I lean in slightly and brush my lips against his and watch closely as his eyes slowly start to shut. My fingers begin to trace each and every single definition on his cheeks. He is so perfect that it could kill me. "Any day now, Hayley." He hums silently but his eyes remain closed. "Don't rush me, art takes time." My fingers move to stroke his hair. "Art, huh?" He asks amused at my choice of words. "Yes art. You are my canvas so, hush up and let me complete my masterpiece."

His smile widens as he silently whispers. "Like it wasn't already." I playfully roll my eyes but nonetheless start to lean in further more. At the connection of our lips, my body starts to feel lighter and instantly, all the care I have in the world starts to slip away. Nothing else matters right now except for him, my other half, the missing puzzle piece to my heart, my elixir to the painful reality I'll eventually have to face.

His hand brushes the skin on my neck, maneuvering around my mark on purpose. My toes curl on the grass even more as he growls seductively. I blush even harder as I can hear his not so child appropriate thoughts pop from his mind and into mine. We haven't fully mated, not completely that is. He marked me on the night of the homecoming dance. Though it wasn't too long ago, little snippets of flashbacks of that night are more than enough to drive me insane from the euphoric emotions only he can derive from me. Things would've gone further but I wanted to take them slow to which he agreed to. We spent the rest of the night cuddling while watching different series marathons before eventually blacking out.

Waking up the next day from then just went from amazing to dreadful. The look on father's face when I walked into the kitchen with my messy hair and heels in one hand would've been more than enough to send Hades himself down the river of trapped souls in the underworld. He almost blew his top when Reagan kept on talking about how a gracefully did my 'walk of shame'. Idiot. When Christopher came in a few seconds after me, things got a whole lot worse. Father almost tried to go for the kill, the target being Christopher. That's saying a lot for him. He's the kind of man that can never be driven into action when fully enraged, unless it had something to do with stupid pack rivalries. Luckily, mother came to the rescue, like she always does and convinced father I still had my 'innocence' intact. I still internally shudder until today from how awkward it was.

Pulling away, we watch each other closely, marking this moment in our memories as more are bound to come. He smiles at me and stares even more. "Why are you starting at me?" A blush creeps onto my cheeks as his eyes remain perfectly locked on every single detail of my face. "Why wouldn't I? You're beautiful." My blush intensifies even more when he brushes his thumb across my cheek. This is way too much for my heart to handle. With that thought, I push him off and sprint to the dock.

"What are you doing?" He questions as I slip my t-shirt off, my jeans following in suit. "Taking a dip. You wanna join?" I turn back to talk to him over my shoulder. His eyes darken at the sight of me, his wolf, Xavier fighting to take full control. Crap. He slowly walks up to me as I take slow steps back.

My heal comes into contact with nothing as I begin to loose my balance. Thinking I'm about to fall in, my eyes shut trying not to think about the impact of the oddly cold water. A hand suddenly grasps onto my waist and pulls me back to a rock hard chest. Sparks spread throughout my spine. The tingles acting like billions of tiny fire crackers underneath my skin, sinking deep into the inner most part of my brain.

I slowly open my eyes and come face to face with mahogany stained gems. His pupils dilate even more as they stare back at mine , as though it is a game neither of us would ever get tired of playing.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" I shrug one shoulder and wrap my arms around his neck, smirking slightly as an idea pops into my head. He looks at me questioningly, his grip on my waist tightening. "What are you thinking?" He asks warily. I smile evilly at him, cocking an eyebrow. "Nothing, nothing..." I brush none existent lint of his plaid shirt, pretending to think for a while. "Here's a completely random and uncalled for question. Do you have your phone on you?" My evil grin turns into a sickly sweet smile as I look up at him through my lashes. "No... Wait why w-" He doesn't get to finish his question. I tug on his neck and lean all my weight and his on me, causing a rather large splash.

We get swallowed into the chilled water, his warm hands remaining perfectly locked onto my rapidly cooling skin. We submerge onto the the surface of the water, his squinted dark brown eyes meet mine. A sheepish smile tugs on my lips as I glance at anything but his eyes, the tan skin remains exposed from his.

"Hey. I think the first time was enough." He says with a nostalgic expression, his wet mop of hair covering his eyes, creating a shadow upon his cheeks. "You were getting a little too cheesy for my comfort." I speak light heartedly, my gaze finally meeting his. "But that's my job as your mate," he huskily whispers into my ear, nibbling on my ear lobe. "I'm supposed to push you past your comfort zone." I playfully roll my eyes at him, about to retort with a witty comeback when I suddenly get interrupted.

"Hayley, come home now." I internally sigh at father's alpha tone. Christopher gives me a questioning look as to why I'm suddenly so silent. I point to my head, mouthing the words 'mind link' to him. He nods simply but doesn't stop watching me, his hold on my waist as firm as ever. "What perfect timing, pa." I hear him growl slightly from his side but slightly chuckles. "I need you home, now." My eyes roll, not caring about the fact that I would look crazy to anyone else. "You don't have to be so strict you know." I use a gentle tone in response to his order. I obviously don't plan on refusing, only an idiot would go against an alpha's command. "I know, I know. It's just been a tiring day. Your mother wants to have family dinner." I automatically understand why he sounds so tired. Mother tends to get a little crazy when she wants something. By a little crazy, I mean full on crazy. "I'll be there shortly. Can I bring some company over?" He sighs and clears his throat. "Why not." I block the mind link and turn back to Christopher.

"How would you like to come over to my place for dinner?" I put on the most adorable face I can master, which is quite convincing if I do say so myself. "I don't think it'd be a good idea. Your dad is still a bit shaken up by the fact that I marked you." I pout my lower lip at him even more as my head slightly lowers in a submissive way, my eyes keeping contact with his. "No. Don't do that, please?" I batt my lashes even more, going against his wishes. "Do what?" I smile slightly, laughing evilly in my head. "Fine." I grin victoriously at him and start to swim towards the dock.

Climbing out, I reach down and pick up my jeans. I slip them on and grab my shirt, a grumbling Christopher not so far behind me. "Here's a tip." His hands wrap around my waist and spin me around. "Don't bend in front of me if you don't want my wolf and I to lose control." I blush intensely but try to hide it with a comeback. "That's a you problem. It's not my fault you're always around whenever anything of mine drops on the floor." Is it really that big of a deal. It's just underwear... Oh right, it is that big of a deal to him. I mentally roll my eyes at my obliviousness and follow Christopher to his car.

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The squishing sound coming from Christopher's feet doesn't dial down as we both make our way to the front door. "You don't have to stay here for dinner, you know." I state considerately, turning to face him once we're on the front porch. I've come to notice the scowl that forms on his face when the water in his shoes make that annoying sound. "No it's fine." He raises his rather large hand and waves it in the air, lightly dismissing my offer. I really hope I didn't take it too far by pushing him into the water... again...

Reading my thoughts, his hand strokes my cheek and tilts my head up to look at him. The sparks clicking on the automatic play button to my mental happy dance play list. I really hope he isn't reading my mind anymore. "It's okay Hayley, seriously." He offers me a genuine smile to which I return with a shy one. "Besides," he continues, "Isn't it said that the third time's the charm. Who knows, maybe then it'll be me to do the pushing." He laughs at his light hearted comment while I simply narrow my eyes.

"That's not funny." I mumble and swat his hand away from my face. Turning around, I reach for the door bell. "Oh, but it is." He says in a-matter-of-fact tone. His arm goes over my shoulder and reaches for the door bell before I can. "I never knew you liked the minions that much. It's the only thing that plays in your head when you're happy." My eyes widen animatedly as all the blood flow in my face rushes to my checks and ears. Great, and I'm blushing again.

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