August

Disclaimer: Same as Chapter 1. In Ayame's POV



Chapter 8. – End of September



September 22, and Kouga and I have now been dating for a month and four days. Yes, this surprises me too. After my emo fit and the near rape attempt I am surprised that anyone still speaks to me, let alone my boyfriend. Kouga had told me that he wouldn’t leave me if I had been raped… and sure I believe him, but that dark voice in the back of my head was screaming at me that he was a liar. Why? Well because of the whole, "I forgot my girlfriend was in the room while I hit on the girl I really like" thing he did when I was in the nurse’s office, the day of my attack.



Since that day, my friends made sure I went nowhere by myself, which was a little flattering and on the other hand it was annoying. It seemed like my only private time was if I had to use the bathroom during class. Pathetic, right? I know my friends have the best of intentions for me… and I am very thankful for that, but before my popularity boost… I liked my alone time.





After Kouga’s party, and after my attack… I seemed to be getting more and more attention, of both kinds… positive and negative. On one hand, the positive attention is from people I never thought would talk to me… like cheerleaders. Not that I care about sports or cheerleading, but the fact that they consider me cool enough to talk too is a thrill. The shy red headed girl is no longer the wallflower but instead she has blossomed into her purple iris. Points for me! On the other side of the poker table, is all the damn negative attention I have been getting. Well not so much anymore, but still… at times there feels like a huge cloud just hovering over my head and it seems like everyone is staring at me or talking about me. For instance, anyone who was a friend of Kenji,

Mitsuko, and Hari's… call me a liar and a bitch for having their friends expelled from the school.



On that note, InuYasha came close to getting expelled too… his only saving grace was that he was protecting me, but the fact that he had swung his fist gave the school right to kick him. Thankfully, they didn’t. The trial date for the other three… on charges of assault and battery against me are yet to be determined, but they are being held in a juvenile detention center until then. Another thing to be thankful for on my part. My Gramps made me take lots of pictures of my injuries to give to the detectives on the case. Things like that are the reasons why some people are looking at me in a negative light. I’m a tattletale, a tease, and a liar.



But you know what? Fuck those people! If it were their asses that were in my situation, they would be letting those dipshits get away with felonies! Well not Ayame Niji!



I smiled to myself at that thought and rounded a corner to find that none of my friends were waiting on me by the student drop off. I had been expecting Sango or Kagome, but to my surprise no one greeted me. I turned and waved good bye to my Gramps and he drove off in his old car waving back to me. I continued waving as he disappeared down the street corner and away from the school. My Gramps is one of the most awesome guardians a girl could ask for. He drives me to school every morning before he goes to work himself, and even then he makes me lunch when he doesn’t need to, I am capable of doing it myself. But it makes him feel useful so I stopped complaining about it.



Ever since both of my parents died when I was in middle school, my Gramps has pushed himself as hard as he could to raise me as a proper lady should be raised. Personally, I thank the heavens for him every day because if it was not for my Gramps then I wouldn’t be the strong willed and independent woman that I am today.



I made a quick pivot on my sneaker covered heel and my body ran into something firm but warm. Strong arms encircled around my waist and I looked up with an astonished expression to see Kouga staring down at me. I was shocked for more than one reason. One, Kouga does not get to school early unless the occasion calls for it like I don’t know… it’s never really happened. Two, when I run into people, I never expect to hit them smack in the chest with the full force of my body. Three, the look in his eyes made my knees want to melt and just run down my legs. He smirked down at me, and I could feel the small pink blush that had started to creep over my cheeks turning red. I had a hard time resisting that smirk, it made my chest tingle just to see those dazzling electric blue eyes locked on me and a cocky grin plastered on his face.



It was a toss up decision for me to either slap him for embarrassing me or hugging him. I chose the latter and wrapped my arms around him in a tight embrace. I had been between the police’s office talking to detectives and the hospital for the past four days, which meant that I missed our one-month anniversary. Not a big deal to some people… but to me… yeah-big deal. Kouga is my dream hunk, and it’s like I am not really living sometimes when I am around him. I forget all about the rest of the world when he has be wrapped tightly in his arms. I can’t help it… I have had the largest crush on him for the past three years. Now it’s his senior year and out of all the girls he could be dating, he is going steady with me. Granted, it has been a month and I still think he has a small thing for one of my best friends, Kagome… but I’m trying my hardest to be patient with him. So far he has only fucked up once. Brownie points for him.



"Hey gorgeous," he whispered when I pulled back from the hug an inch so I could look into his breath taking blue eyes. I was speechless for a few breaths as I continued to stare into his irises; they were hypnotizing and exotic. I always got lost in his eyes no matter what mood he was in they were always dazzling. I reached up and let my fingers dance and pull gently on his ponytail and all I could do was smile and suppress a girly like giggle.



"You’re blushing," he blatantly pointed out to me. Great! My cheeks haven’t lost their reddish tint from my blush yet? Gods being pale can be annoying sometimes.



I coughed and broke eye contact with him for a moment as I hid my face in his jacket. It was the end of September and therefore it was getting cooler outside. Today, Kouga was wearing his hair up, with one of his many bandanas that he liked to use to keep his bangs from getting in his face. Today’s color… black. His shirt was also black, with a blue screen-print of a wolf… our school mascot. Go Musashi High Wolf Pack! He was wearing the jeans I loved seeing him in, and he knows it too… bastard. They are tight in all the right places and loose from the knees down. His denim jacket matched his pants, and that is where I decided to hide my face.



"You are a prick," I said into his chest.



"I’m a Prince?" he teased me.



"When you aren’t being a bastard," I replied looking up at him so my voice was not muffled. "Then yes, you are my Prince."



His smirk broadened, "I don’t think I have ever played a Prince before…"



"Oh please," I said rolling my eyes, but pressing more of myself closer to him for warmth. He always seemed to radiate heat. "You know that you are a Prince Charming to any girl’s D.I.D."



He raised an eyebrow at me, his smirk faltered on his features for a moment before asking, "D.I.D.?"



"Damsel. In. Distress. ," I answered with a nod and a grin.



He shook his head at me and hugged me a tad tighter. This pressed my right ear to his chest and I was able to listen to his heartbeat. For some reason I found it oddly soothing. My grip on him with my arms fell lax but I still leaned into him so I could continue listening to the strong rhythm of his heart.



He moved one of his arms to open one side of his jacket so he could look at me better and not have denim blocking his view. I slowly lifted my gaze to look into his and his smirk faded to a grin. "Why are you hiding in there Ayame?"



"I’m not hiding," I protested in a quiet voice.



"Looks like it to me," he replied.



I pouted. His smirk returned.



"Are you cold?" he asked. I had to fight not to pout even more when he took a step back away from me.



“No,” I replied hiding my face again into his chest. Now remember I am not the tallest of girls… and Kouga is not the shortest of guys. With the height difference between the two of us I was tall enough so that my head rested nicely at his pectoral muscle. Feeling frisky I started nibbling on his chest. His shirt became wet from where my tongue touched it, and he jumped when he felt my teeth graze his nipple through the damp material. I turned my eyes up so I could see his face. The look was priceless. He hadn’t expected me to do something like that. His smirk faded and his mouth was half way open like he wanted to say something, but he was speechless since no words left his mouth. His electric blue eyes were wide, but I could see the underlying tones of lust behind that mask of blue. I just scored a cock tease point. Go me!!



“Wow…” he finally gasped, “didn’t think you were into that sort of thing Ayame?”



“You never asked what I was into Kouga… so how would you even know?” I countered with my own smirk.



He nodded, “Okay, that’s fair. So…” he paused for a moment and his smirk returned to his face. Uh-oh… was I going to like what he was going to say? “What are you into?”



“I like collecting stickers,” I answered matter of factly. He asked me what I was into… not necessarily what kinds of sex I was interested in. Ha ha! I can play this tricky game too!



He shook his head, “What turns you on sexually?”



Crap, he’s no fun if he jumps two spaces ahead of me. Worst part about it… I have never had sex, so I wasn’t sure what turned me on or what my favorite things to do entitled, mainly because I have never been in that situation.



“Ahh…” he nodded, “that’s right… I remember that a little bird told me somewhere that you were still a virgin.”



I pouted, “I bet that bird was nowhere near little and it’s name is Kagome.”



Kouga laughed, “So what if she did?”



“It wasn’t her business to talk about,” I answered.



Kouga shook his head, still chuckling, “She told me because she didn’t want me to hurt you.”



“What does me being a virgin and you hurting me have anything to do with Kagome minding her own damn business?” I asked.



Kouga raised an eyebrow at me, giving me a look. A look of ‘you haven’t heard yet’ or ‘where have you been for all of high school?’



“What?” I asked.



“I’ll explain this really slowly…” he sighed in a teasing manner. Bastard… he was making fun of me. I narrowed my eyebrows at him, disapproving of the teasing. “But I will only explain this to you if you skip school with me today,” he continued.



“WHAT?” I half screamed and half gasped. “Kouga you know that I can’t do that!”



“Why not?” he shrugged.



“Well, because… what if some teachers already saw us standing out here?” I countered.



“So?” he shrugged again. “Let them see us, we technically are not on school property yet so they can’t do anything like you know… give us a detention because we are skipping. If we never walked on school grounds, then we are absent… not skipping.”



“Kouga,” my voice was almost dead panned. “I hate to break this to you, but we are in the entry way to the front of the school.”



“No,” he answered, “we aren’t. We are in the drop off area where parents come drop off their kids if they don’t want them on the bus.”



“That’s school grounds,” I argued.



“Trust me,” he winked, using his arms around me to his advantage and started walking with me still partially in his jacket towards his truck. “I have done my homework. And the official student handbook says that you are not on campus until you walk through that entry, which we have not done. So no worries right?”



I frowned at him, “All right smart ass. So where do you plan on skipping us to anyways?”



“Well where do you want to go, sweety?”



“I don’t know,” I cried in frustration, “I have never done this before!”



“We could go to my place?” he suggested.



Woah! Hold on there speedy. His place? And do what? Okay… so part of me is anxious to see his place, but I am not stupid. I know that if we were to go to his place when no one else was home that certain things might transpire that I don’t know if I am ready for yet. I had to swallow a nervous lump in my throat before responding, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Kouga.”



“Why not?” he asked, sounding hurt.



I sighed softly, “No offense Kouga, but things might happen that I am not prepared for.”



He nodded, “Like sex.” He didn’t ask… he stated. It made goose bumps travel over my skin at just the sound of his voice saying such a thing.



“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea Kouga…” I replied. “I think that I want to have sex with you… I just don’t know how soon.”



The smirk had disappeared from his face and I was looking at a blank expression. I don’t think I have ever seen his face look so stoic, and that unnerved me. Did my hesitation make him doubt our relationship?



“Kouga…” I said softly. He refused to meet my gaze. Gods, he can be such a prick sometimes! Doesn’t he understand that this is a big deal to me? A girl shouldn’t just toss her virginity to the wind… not even for the crush of her life, who so happens to be her boyfriend now. “I want to make sure I’m ready for that sort of commitment to this relationship, and more importantly I want to make sure that you are going to not just toss me aside when we are done like I’m yesterday’s garbage.”



That got his attention, because he looked down at me. For the most part his face remained neutral, all except his eyes. So many things passed under his blue irises in the few seconds he stared at me. Anger, confusion, passion, lust… damn, why must he be so damn hard to read?



“You really think I would do that?” he asked flatly.



“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.



“I’m not that kind of a guy, Ayame,” he said rolling his eyes.



“Well I didn’t know,” I frowned.



“After a month… you couldn’t have figured that out?” he asked harshly.



I felt my heart stop for a breath. Ouch… I didn’t think he would ever talk to me in that kind of tone. I guess this whole thing is a touchy subject with him… but seriously, how was I supposed to know? It was my turn to move my gaze. My eyes widened when I felt his hand on my chin, forcing me to look back at him.



“After all that we have been through in such a short time… you think I would just dump you after I fucked you?” he continued.



“How am I supposed to know?!” I exclaimed in my defense, “Seriously Kouga! How am I supposed to know that you won’t be thinking about me when we are fucking? How do I know that you aren’t just pretending that I am Kagome or something?”



His blue eyes widened and his lips pulled into a scowl. He moved so that I was no longer tucked into the side of his jacket and he backed up from me a good three paces. I stood there, no suddenly colder than I had been earlier. I already missed the heat of his body so close to mine, and the subtle sound of his heart beat. My hands instinctively started rubbing my arms to try to make myself just a little warmer. I wanted this fight to end. I wanted him to hold me again. But that would be asking for too much… especially after what I just said. The Kagome topic was still touchy between us. I knew that deep down he would still hold dear feelings for her and do anything for her. My uncertainty was in that I didn’t know if he had those same feelings for me.



I could feel the distance growing larger and larger between us even though neither of us moved a step.



“That’s what you are afraid of?” he finally asked… his voice sounded hurt, almost broken from the rush of emotions he was trying to hide.



“I have every right to be afraid of that,” I answered softly.



“You can’t live your life always second guessing the people that care for you, Ayame,” he said.



My shoulders dropped, and I stopped rubbing my arms. I couldn’t help but stare at him in shock. What’s going on? How can he see through me so easily? I have hidden most of my fears, or at least a large chunk of them for so long. So how is it that Kouga can see right through me like I am just a piece of glass.



“Kagome is your friend,” he continued, “and whether you want to believe it or not… I care about you too much to just drop you off on the side of the road after we fuck. What do you take me for? Some sideways jerk who just likes to date girls to fuck them? Is that what the rest of the student body thinks of me too? Is that why I have a fucking fan club?”



I felt my mouth drop at his heated interrogation, “Kouga… I…”



“You what?” he snapped, “You had a crush on me for how long? And let me guess it wasn’t because I’m a dick head who doesn’t give two shits about anyone but myself. I’m not that kind of person. I might be arrogant and full of myself sometimes, but I am not some douche bag like those three fuckers who almost raped and killed you! Are you afraid I will just fuck you with out your permission? Do you think I would rape you?”



“NO!” I snapped back loudly. Damn he was pissing me off… and before I could stop myself, I felt the tears starting to roll down my cheeks.



He stopped yelling and just stood with his hands on his hips, staring at me defiantly.



“No,” I repeated myself, “I do not think you are going to rape me… and I don’t think you are a douche bag, dick head, self centered prick, or a sideways jerk. You can be an asshole sometimes, but I knew that about you before we started dating… it’s one of the things I always thought was attractive about you. That you have the courage to speak your mind… that you aren’t afraid to tell people what you think about anything under the sun… and if they don’t agree with you, you make it seem like you don’t care… as long as you have spoken your piece. I admire you and care about you so much that it hurts me sometimes Kouga. That I can feel this much for just one person. That you can make my heart jump and flutter… that you can make me nervous and excited at the same time. I feel so many things when I am around you that I hardly have enough time to categorize my emotions in my head before I feel something new.”



My right hand came up in a tightly balled fist, resting over my heart. “I’m scared of many things Kouga… and losing you is one of my largest fears. I don’t normally tell anyone my feelings because who really wants to be the garbage can where I throw my emotional bullshit? For three whole years, no one knew about my crush on you. I kept it secret… I kept that knowledge safe and to myself. I was afraid of a rumor mill starting, and it somehow getting to your attention. I was afraid that I would be picked on because I was just a wallflower and you were the spot light of attention. I was afraid that I would have my heart broken. But never in my wildest dreams did I ever think you would be my boyfriend… and now there are fears that come with being in a relationship. You have to understand that I am not good at expressing my personal feelings to anyone… and it’s going to take a good while for me to open up. You also have to understand, that… Kouga… you are my first boyfriend… period. I have never done this before. This game is new to me, and I always feel a little lost and that I have to run to keep up with you. And damn boy… you can run pretty damn fast.”



I was trembling at this point, but I was able to muster up a tiny chuckle at the last part of what I said. It’s the truth… Kouga is used to moving fast in his relationships and getting what he wants. I don’t want to be another notch on his bed post. All of this means so much to me… and I would hate to throw it away because I’m afraid. It wouldn’t hurt too much to take a little risk… would it? Would I regret it later?



He remained a silent figure just watching me. I felt like I was on display and he was just staring at me as if I were piece of art or a statue. It unnerved me that he wasn’t saying anything… anything at all would have been nice. I was starting not to care how it came out, I just wanted to hear his voice. I felt a new set of tears breaking free as he turned around and started to just walk away from me. I was shocked, and now more scared than I had ever been in my life. Where was he going? What was he doing? Why was this all happening to me? Why right now… of all times, why now? Weren’t we happy? Was it my insecurities that turned him off from me?



My hand reached out, but my voice was to broken to stop him. Instead it came out in pathetic sobs and blubbering. He was just going to leave me standing here crying my eyes out. I could no longer hold the weight of my own body, and my knees buckled. I fell harshly to the dirt, and I immediately covered my face with my hands. I tried in vain to cover and mask my crying with my hands. Like that has ever really worked.



I felt my heart breaking… and this is what I had been afraid of all along. Heart break. Some people might tell you that it’s only high school drama, and that when I am older I will get over it. However, those people don’t know me… they don’t know Ayame Niji. I will always carry this burden in my heart… and no one… no matter what happens will ever take Kouga’s place in my life. Sure… I might move on and get married and have kids with some other guy… but Kouga will always be my first crush. And dare I say… my first love? The first man I was ever truly in love with… head over heels in love with. It will always be Kouga Ookami.



My hands moved from my face to grab at my hair, and a heart wrenching scream ripped from my throat. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone came and ran to see if someone had just been run over by a car… I screamed that loud, and at least to me… it sounded just as pain filled.



I wasn’t surprised to feel a hand on my shoulder, anyone that heard me scream would come over to see if I am okay… right?



I looked up and my face was stained with red flushed cheeks, tears running down in twin waterfalls, and snot starting to slide down my nose. But I stopped my crying, and blinked in confusion… my bottom lip quivering in disbelief.



“I just went to pull my truck around,” Kouga whispered softly.



I slapped him. Hard! Right across the cheek… I did not deserve to have my fears come so close to coming true. I did not want to lose him, no matter what the circumstance. That asshole.



I didn’t give him much reaction time, because I threw myself to wrap my arms around him. My face landed in his chest, and new tears started running down my face and onto his shirt. The bastard really scared me.



“Ouch,” he mumbled, as he let one of his arms wrap around me and rub my back soothingly as I let out the rest of my tears. I could only guess that he had his other hand rubbing his cheek where I had struck him.



“Don’t ever do that to me again,” I whimpered into his chest.



“Did I scare you or something?”



I nodded, “I thought you were breaking up with me or something…”



He lifted my chin so I was forced to look into those hypnotizing electric blue eyes. “I told you that I care about you too much to just drop you off on the side of the road. I was going to get my truck to come pick you up.”



“How can you do that?” I hiccupped.



“Do what?” he asked.



“Change your attitude at the drop of a hat. One minute you are happy and cuddling with me, the next we are fighting, and now you are holding me and pretending that we didn’t even fight,” I answered.



“Oh…” he shrugged, “I guess it’s because you can’t really stay mad at someone when you love them.”



I blinked at him, not believing what I just heard. Did he just say he loved me?



“Did you just…?” I stuttered.



He nodded, his trademark smirk crawling onto his lips, “I did.”



“And you mean it?”



“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t, Ayame.” He reached down and started wiping the tears from my face with his shirt wrapped around his hand. I swallowed and coughed a little before letting a laugh escape from my throat. I couldn’t break eye contact with him… jade met dead on with sapphire. I nodded, “I love you too, Kouga.”



“Really mean that?” he asked me, his smirk growing.



I wrapped my arms around him, “I have loved you for a long time.”



“You ready to go now?” He asked as he stood us both up, letting me keep my arms wrapped around him.



I nodded, “We can go to your place.”



He leaned down and pressed his lips gently to mine. The kiss was chaste, even though I wanted to make it so much more than just a simple press of our mouths. I wanted my tongue to roll around with his, and I wanted to run it over his teeth. But my fantasy wasn’t fulfilled because he broke the kiss and lead me to his truck which he just left parked in the middle of the street… with the thing still running.



The ride over to his house was relatively quiet. We held hands the entire time and just listened to the radio, and I had leaned my head down to rest it on his shoulder while he was driving.



My mouth nearly dropped off when we pulled up to his house. He had explained to me within our third week or so of dating that his family’s wealth didn’t just come from his father’s practice. Kouga’s father was a lawyer, and owned his own firm. But the largest portion of the money his family possessed was old money… passed down from father to son, father to son, father to son… inheritance. He’s one lucky bastard to have that sort of fortune just laying around in bank accounts all over the world. His house was huge, and the drive way was at least half a mile long, and there was a large black fence that blocked the path. Kouga rolled down the window and pressed a few buttons on a side panel which opened another side panel which had a hand print shape on it. He scanned his hand, and the gates opened.



“Wow,” I said licking my lips. “Your dad is serious about security.”



“I was kidnapped when I was a kid…” Kouga stated like it happened all the time. “Dad didn’t want to take anymore chances after that… because I almost died and not only am I his son… I’m his only child, and only heir to all of this.”



If my mouth couldn’t drop any lower.



“Holy shit,” I gasped, “you were kidnapped as a kid? That didn’t leave some big scar on your soul? That doesn’t haunt you at all?”



“No,” he replied honestly and looked over at me as he put his truck in park at the front entry way to his house.



“For most people it would be…” I replied, shocked.



“Well it scared me when I was a kid… but I went to therapy, and read up on some psych stuff… and figured it wasn’t worth ruining the rest of my life. Besides, the kidnappers are in prison for the rest of their pathetic lives… and even so… they wouldn’t have killed me if they wanted the ransom money,” he shrugged. “Enough about it… and don’t worry about it… we have taken care of that fear by adding extra security.”



I nodded and followed him out of his car. He wasn’t kidding. Just to get in the front door, he had to do an eyeball scan and a voice scan. After that he had to unlock the door. He explained to me that if he tried to just unlock the door without doing the eye and voice thing first that it would trip a silent alarm and the cops would be out there in a matter of minutes.



Once we were inside his house, I didn’t see anymore weird security devices just hanging around to scan or point lasers at me. I could actually enjoy the view of his lavish home. And boy was it lavish. Just from the foyer the ceilings were tall and there was a blown glass chandelier that swirled in colors like crème, white, clear, black, and grey. It was gorgeous. My eye was drawn to a spiral stair case just off to the left because that was the way Kouga was heading. I didn’t want to get lost in this monster… so I ran over to keep up with him. He turned his head and smiled at me, “It looks big, but once you get used to it… it’s really easy to find your way around.”



“Are we going to your room?” I asked.



He nodded, “It’s nothing like the rest of the house though… I told my dad that I wanted it to look as average as possible because it would intimidate my friends… or girlfriends that I would bring over.”



“Makes sense…” I replied as I gazed up at the ceiling and he guided me up the stairs. Once we were at the top of the stairs he took us to the right and down a hallway. His room was at the end of the hall and I smiled as I walked inside the door. I read somewhere in some magazine that a girl should never just walk into a boy’s room… because once she does then the boy will automatically think that she is easy… or something retarded like that. That the boy will expect something because the girl just came inside of his room… like it’s an open invitation saying, ‘Please fuck me!’. I’m sorry… but no. Whoever made up that hunk of crap has bullshit leaking from their ears. I feel like I can go into anywhere that I have access too… no matter whose room it might be. I don’t take things… but still if the door is unlocked, what’s wrong with taking a peak right?



The walls of his room where painted a soft blue color and there was white wayne’s coating going across the entire bottom. He had a huge bed, it had to be a king size and he had sheets and covers that were a shade darker than his walls plus black. It was very masculine because there was no pattern or print, just color. However, he did have a lot of pillows. I bit my bottom lip just thinking of what it would be like to sleep in his bed and to rest my head on those pillows.



He shut the door behind him and walked across the room, tossing off his denim jacket, then pulled his t-shirt over his head and off of his body. This left me a nice view of his back when he pulled his belt from his pants and tossed it aside to the floor. His pants didn’t move far down his body… so I could only guess that he wore the belt because it looked cool, and not because he needed to wear it. So what… it’s cute. He walked over to a large black entertainment center that housed a huge plasma television, a stereo, some surround sound hub, dvd players, game consoles, and tons of movies and games. He had a nice collection. He turned on the stereo which started playing a song that I had heard on the radio, Buckcherry, “Crazy Bitch”.



I laughed and he looked over at me, “You know this song?”



I nodded, “Yeah I have heard it on the radio.”



“That’s the edited version,” he smirked, turning up the volume a few notches. My mouth dropped at some of the lyrics. The radio version and the unedited version are so different. I definitely like the unedited version much better.



“Hey,” Kouga said in a mocking song voice and out of nowhere he had an electric guitar in his hands. Of course he wasn’t playing it because the stereo was on… but still… that dufus was trying to just get a laugh out of me. “You a crazy bitch, but you fuck so good I’m on top of it. When I dream, I’m doin’ you all night. Scratches all down my back to keep it right on.” He continued.I turned around and covered my face with my hands. Good gods he was embarrassing me… and acting goofy at the same time. Damn him for being so fucking adorable!



“Okay!” I called out, “You win!”



“I didn’t know we were playing a game,” he replied with a chuckle, turning the volume back down so we could talk normally.



“I’m smiling, you win,” I repeated as I turned back around and showed him the grin on my face.



“Now that is so much better than a tear streaked face,” he replied walking over to a part of the wall that was next to his entertainment center. On that part of the wall was a display of different brands of guitars. He must have had twenty electric guitars, five base electric guitars and three acoustics. I had no idea that he liked music… or if he even played, and I didn’t have time to ask him because he spoke first. “Speaking of tear streaked faces… that far door over there,” he pointed out to me, “is my bathroom if you want to shower or just wash your face.”



I nodded, “A shower sounds nice.”



“Feel free to use it baby,” he said as he went over and plopped down on his bed.



“Towels?” I asked.



“Are in there,” he grinned.



“You won’t try anything slick will you?” I asked him in a teasing manner.



He waggled his eyebrows at me, “Not unless you want me to.”



I walked the distance across his room to the bathroom door, sliding it open. He had a nice sized facility. Walk in shower, separate Jacuzzi sized tub, a small closed room for the toilet, and twin sinks… it was definitely impressive. I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him, “Do you want to join me?”



He shrugged, “I already showered today.”



“Lazy ass,” I said sticking my tongue out at him.



“Don’t whip that thing out unless you plan on using it,” he grinned.



“What if I do plan on using it?”



“I don’t think you got that,” he laughed.



“I got it well enough to understand that you were being perverted,” I retorted.



“Me? You are being perverted too missy.”



I laughed and slid the door shut behind me. Honestly, I think it would be kind of sexy to take a shower with him. To see him in all of his naked glory… wet, and steam surrounding the both of us. But I pushed the image from my mind before I started wanting it more than I should… I still wasn’t sure how far I was ready to go with him. Even with the declaration of love… I’m still nervous about my first time. I want it to be perfect.



I quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. I turned on the water and made it as hot as I liked it, and for normal people it would probably be uncomfortable, but for me… near scolding was liquid bliss. Unfortunately, Kouga only had shampoo and soaps that were meant for a guy, but still… soap is soap and shampoo is shampoo.



I spent a good twenty minutes in the shower cleaning myself and enjoying the water… and throughout the entire shower, the water didn’t once get cold. Oh… if only the hot water heater at my Gramp’s place could be like this… unending and eternal… I would really be in heaven. I stepped out of the shower to see that the majority of the bathroom was thick with steam. I grabbed a towel off the rack and walked over to the door to let some of the thick hot air out… and also to peak on Kouga.



He was asleep, his pants were on the floor and he had his covers pulled up over half of his body. I wasn’t sure if he was naked… but damn… he was definitely asleep. I dried off and brought the towel out with me as I walked over to the bed. I couldn’t help but smile at him. I crawled in on the other side and tossed the towel to rest next to his pants. Woah! Am I going nuts? I’m naked… next to my boyfriend… who also might be naked… and we are both in his bed. But he is asleep. He can’t do anything to me in his sleep right? I’d like to see him try. I scooted closer to him and laid my head down next to his on some of the luxurious pillows, and I curled up behind him.



He rolled over, his eyes half open but clouded with sleep. This surprised me… to say the least. My eyes widened and instinctively my arms moved to cover my chest. He smiled at me lazily and wrapped his arm around me, closing his eyes to go back to sleep.



Bastard… he’s so damn cute.