"Now tell me what-" I didn't let her finish. I couldn't let her finish.

I lost all control. I pushed her up against the wall before I kissed her.

My possessive side was coming out. When she came down the stairs in only my shirt, then practically put her underwear on display, I snapped. Carter and his brother Hunter were in the room, and neither my wolf nor I liked that they could see her.

At the same time, I wanted her.

After she put my shorts on, I got what I wanted. What I have been craving for since I laid my eyes on her. And judging by her reaction, she was enjoying it just as much as me.

My wolf was practically purring. Kissing her was something I have never experienced before. It was too amazing to explain. Just absolutely perfect. Our bodies were pressed together, my hands were holding on tightly to her waist like she could slip away at any moment. My tongue traced her bottom lip, but that's when she pulled away.

I could clearly see in her eyes the emotions she felt at that moment. It was a mix between lust and confusion. I only knew that my expression showed the love I felt for her right now. Because there was no doubt about it, I was already in love with this girl.

But it hurt to think she didn't feel the same way.

Of course she wouldn't. Not yet at least. She thinks I'm some psycho who kidnapped her, then kissed her. I only hope that she warms up to me soon, because I couldn't take this rejection much longer.

"You are mine, don't forget that," I tell her, feeling the sudden need to remind her that. I didn't know what I had hoped to accomplish by saying that, but I never expected her to kiss me again.

However, I wasn't going to complain, that was for sure.

This kiss was more passionate, and I didn't hold back. I grabbed her by her thighs and lifted her up, where her firm legs went around my waist. She tightened her legs, pulling us together even more. This time she let me deepen the kiss, and it was possibly the greatest moment in my life so far.

If we kept this up, I knew nothing would stop me from moving this over to the bed.

Unfortunately, it didn't get any further because Tami came into the room.

"Macy, I need to know—Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" She quickly backed out in embarrasment. Macy pushed me away once more, and my wolf started whining. He didn't want her away, and he was angry that we were interrupted. Macy backed away from me—or tried to, considering I still had her against the wall. I wasn't too happy with that.

"What is so important," I ask, angrily glaring at Tami. She bowed her head away from my gaze, when I felt my hands being ripped from Macy's waist. Then I was shoved. I wasn't prepared for that, though I should have expected it.

"Stop talking to her like that! She didn't know," she yelled. "It was a mistake anyways."

Ouch.

My heart sunk at her words, and I didn't even try to hide the hurt I felt. It was as if someone had punched me in the stomach. Did she really think that was a mistake?

I didn't want to believe it, but she said it. The question was if she really meant it though.

Did I just ruin any progress we had made? Oh who am I kidding... there was no progress before.

I wanted to ask her if she really meant that, because I was desperate to know. I didn't get the chance to though because the next thing I know, she's running out of the room with Tami in tow. I hear the distinct click of the lock on her door, and immediately go to it.

I try knocking less forcibly. I didn't want to make this any worse than it already was.

"Please, go away!" I hear her beg from inside. I debated whether I should or not. After thinking about it for a second, I decided she wouldn't like me any more if I forced her out here. So I turned and stomped down the hall.

Maybe I shouldn't have done that. It was bad timing if anything. But I couldn't bring myself to come close to regretting it.

I just knew now what I had to look forward to.

"Will you convince him to let me go?"

"I'll try, but I can't guarantee anything," Tami says. I nod and pull my knees up to my chest as she walks out of the room.

I had asked her to convince Cayton to let me go shopping with her. I was too much of a coward to face him myself right now, and I still needed to think over what happened. It was as if my mind and heart were having an internal battle with each other. When my brain gave me a reason it was a mistake, my heart would counter with more reasons it wasn't.

I felt like drop kicking them off a cliff so I could get a little peace.

Another thing was plaguing my mind as well. I hurt him when I said it was a mistake. There was no doubt about that. The way he looked at me when I said that was like I had slapped him in the face. What I didn't understand was why.

Why it hurt him, why he kidnapped me, why he kissed me and why he got so possessive over me. I mean, those rules he made, that's something you hear from a controlling boyfriend. I had so many questions and no answers. I just wanted answers, and then maybe I could figure things out from there. However, getting answers meant having a civilized conversation with my kidnapper.

Civilized and kidnapper didn't seem to fit in the same sentence.

I sat in that room for a good ten minutes, just thinking. When Tami finally came in, she gave me an apologetic smile. I slumped down, frowning.

I basically just made out with you, and you can't even let me go shopping for my own clothes Cayton? Really?

Jerk.

"He said you can go," she says. I perk up immediately.

"Really?" I ask excitedly. She nods.

"But," of course there would be a but, "Trenton has to come with us. And we only have four hours."

"Ok!" I jump up excitedly and run to the closet to change.

Oh, wait...

"I think I need to find some clothes to wear..." I could do with the shorts, but the shirt was too big to wear out.

"I'll have Trenton bring you clothes from my closet."

"Thanks."

*

"Trenton, you wait out here. We'll be right back," Tami orders Trenton. We have been at the mall for exactly three hours and Tami wanted to make one last stop at Victoria's Secret before we had to leave. Despite the fact that half-naked mannequins really creeped me out, she insisted I go in with her.

"But-"

"Oh stop worrying. If she were going to run away, she would have tried hours ago. Do you really want to go in here anyways?" Tami asks, putting her hand on her hip. Trenton sighs and goes to sit on a bench, carrying all our bags.

Tami went a little overboard on the shopping. We had stopped at almost every clothing store and bought something. Apparently, Cayton gave her his credit card to use, and she said we could buy as much as we wanted. I almost felt bad that we have spent so much, but she didn't have a problem with it. I was then yanked into the store and the smell of perfume hit me like a rock. Did these women just dump the samples on themselves? Geez.

"Can I wait with him? I don't need anything from here," I whine. I was tired, hungry, and lazy. Plus my senses were being assaulted with the heavy smell and assortment of bright clothes and animal print patterns. Tami was on a roll and wouldn't let us stop to eat, despite mine and Trenton's heavy complaining.

"No silly! I need some opinions!" She began rummaging through some very lacy underwear, examining them like priceless works of art.

"Uh, why don't you ask Trenton?"

"Because I want to surprise him," she says, winking at me. She lifts up a black lacey thong and shoves it in my face. "Do you think he would like this?"

"How the hell would I know?"

"Point taken. I will tell you, he has a thing for thongs and leopard print, so help me decide based on that!"

Oh... Awkward.

It takes the chick about thirty minutes to decide on what she wants, and by then I was positive everyone in the store could hear my stomach. Someone browsing next to us gave me a look as a long, drawn out grumble caused me to whine.

"Ok, lets go!" she finally says after she paid for her skimpy lingerie. I silently thank god as we walk out to meet Trenton. He was lucky that all he had to do was carry everything, while I was stuck trying on outfit after outfit and giving opinions. I seriously hate shopping.

But I did have fun. Tami was great, and despite helping to kidnap me, I liked Trenton. While Tami was hyperactive and loud, Trenton leveled her out with his calm nature. He was funny too, so I was having a lot of fun. It made me forget about my current situation.

Trenton and I finally convinced Tami to let us eat. Yes, we had to convince the girl to let us eat. We were sitting in the food court, eating some pizza, when Trenton's phone started ringing.

"Hello?" he asks. I could hear someone on the other end yelling rather loudly, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. "No, we're eating right now. She's right here. No, she didn't. Ok." He then holds the phone out to me and I raise an eyebrow in question. He shrugs, pushing the phone into my hands.

"Hello?"

"Macy? Where are you guys?" Cayton asks. I roll my eyes even though he can't see me. I should have guessed it was him.

"I think Trenton just told you that."

"It's been four hours. What's taking so long?"

"Chill. We lost track of time. Were leaving as soon as we're done eating. And before you have a heart attack, you know it's going to take us about forty five minutes to get back, right?"

"Yea, well hurry up." I take another bite of the massive slice of pizza, not bothering to swallow before I spoke again.

"You're kind of a bad kidnapper, you know," I chuckle. I mean, I've never been kidnapped before, but from the movies and TV shows I've seen, the kidnapper doesn't usually let their victim go to the mall to buy clothes with their money. It just seems like an odd kidnapping to me.

Of course, I'll need my degree in kidnapping psychology before I decide that.

"I didn't kidnap you!" he cries. I just laugh. I really wanted to know what they were considering this as. I was almost positive that if I asked any person in this food court right now, they would agree with me.

"Whatever. Later Kidnapper." I hang up and hand the phone back to Trenton, whose mouth is stuffed to the max with pizza. I laugh at him, and he gives me a cheesy smile. Literally.

"We're back!" Trenton hollers when we walk through the door. Cayton comes in almost instantly, relief flushing over.

"I'll take those," he offers, grabbing the load of bags from Trenton. How either of them can carry so much and make it look so easy is beyond me. I awkwardly follow him up the stairs, not knowing what I should say, if I should say anything. After our, um, make out session, I felt the awkwardness between us. It didn't seem like it affected him in any way, but to me I felt like hiding under a rock to avoid the aftermath.

I kept walking when he turned into his room, but stopped and walked back in.

"Uh, whatcha doin'?"

"Helping hang your clothes up?" he answers, sounding more like he was asking me a question. I scratch the back of my neck nervously, the memory of what happened in this very room hours ago flooding my mind.

"Ok... but my room is down the hall." He sighs deeply before turning to me.

"I would... feel more comfortable if you stayed in here with me."

I scoff. "And I would feel more comfortable in my own house, but that isn't going to happen so we're both going to have to suck it up."

Crazy boy, thinking I was going to share a room with him.

It took thirty minutes of arguing, begging, and threatening before he gave in and took the things to my room. If I had know that all it took was threatening to scoop out his eyes with a rusty spoon to get him to let me have my way, I would have started with that. I need to keep that in mind for later...

We went in my room and hung up the clothes in silence. I felt his eyes on my back alot of times, but I chose to ignore it. If he wanted to be a creeper, then I wasn't going to call him out for it. Creepers gonna creep, what can you do?

I wanted to say something though, I really did, but I didn't exactly know what I wanted to say. What does one say to their kidnapper, who you just so happened to have a spit-swapping session with?

"Uh, where do you want these?" he asks as I was trying to come up with something that didn't sound completely stupid to say. He holds up the bras I bought, eyeing me questioningly. I gasp and rip them from his hands, shoving them back in the bag.

That's embarrassing.

"You can go now." He laughs at me before I shoot him a serious glare. I may not be one to be serious in most situations, but this is a serious matter. Girls take their under garments seriously.

"Don't look at me like that, it's not like I haven't seen things like that before."

For some reason, the thought of him seeing other girl's underwear both repulsed me and made me jealous. Wait, why would I be jealous? Psh, I'm not jealous. Nope, it was purely the fact that I was still embarrassed and I'm misreading my emotions.

Obviously.

That didn't sound convincing, even to myself.