Chapter 54 The Perfect Night
I shuffle in my seat slightly, trying not to make too much noise as he plates our food. It’s a normal date night one that we’ve had many times at his house, but something feels different this time. Partly because no one else is here, which isn’t out of the ordinary for our other dates, especially taking into consideration werewolves' impeccable hearing. But this feels like something more.
It feels like he’s decided tonight will be the night. If I had to guess, he’s already set everything up in his room to be as near perfect as he’s wanted it to be.
I can see some of the excitement coming off of him. Which, undeniably, I am excited about as well. I have wanted to take this extra step with him since we started dating seriously, but I’m still nervous. This is my first time with him, and I know how important it’s been to him to make it as perfect as possible.
It’s not like I'm inexperienced, but I don’t have much. My nerves are not because of him. I know he’ll be nothing short of a gentleman throughout the whole experience. However, I’m still a little antsy. He brings the plates of food to the table, setting one down in front of me and the other in front of himself.
“My parents really want to meet you.” He says right as I take a bite of food.
I chew more slowly, giving me time to think through the best response. I want to meet his parents too, but it’s also beyond nerve-racking to think about, let alone actually do it. I’m not a great talker or a sociable person, though I don’t struggle much; I still struggle with stressful situations.
I swallow my food, responding, “I’d like to meet them, too. They sound really nice.”
He chuckles, “Yeah, they’re nice, but they need to stop pestering me. I’m not gonna push you to meet them right away. They can wait until it’s the right time.”
“I understand why they want to meet me, though. I mean, I’ve been staying with their son on and off, and we’re mates, so it’s not like I’ll be going anywhere.”
He looks happy at my acknowledgement of us being mates. “I guess you’re right. We’ll still wait a little bit longer. You can meet them when the time is right for all of us.”
He knows just what to say to ease my worries.
“That reminds me, I meant to tell you it’s parents’ day at the camp next week. If you want, it would be nice if you could come and meet my parents.” I’m not going to force him to meet my parents either.
“You think they’ll be okay with you dating some random guy?”
“We can just tell them you go to camp; they don’t have to know that part of the information.”
He laughs, “Already wanting me to lie to your parents?”
I shrug. “It’ll be fine, it’s better this way anyway, they’ll only get mad if they find out the truth.”
“I don’t love lying to them already, but I would love to meet them.” I know they’ll like him as soon as they meet him.
It’s a calm dinner; we don’t talk about much else, but anytime with him is enjoyable, even if we don’t chat like crazy. Just being in his presence makes me feel complete. It’s a weird thing that he’s explained is a part of being mates, but I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand it. It’s not like I can look it up online and have it explained to me better.
He takes our plates and puts them in the sink to be washed. I get up with him, following him to the kitchen.
“What’s next?” I ask.
“Let’s start a movie.” He takes my hand, walking us to the living room.
The couch is set up with a few pillows and a blanket for us to share. We're watching a movie that came out last year, but my attention isn’t really on it. I’m lying in front of him on my side while he lies directly behind me. I’m pushed tightly into him to ensure I don’t fall off the couch. But I can feel every part of him on my back. His hard abdomen and even something I identify as his excitement.
It confirms my suspicions about what he intends the night to lead to. He doesn’t really seem to be paying attention to the movie either. His hand rests over my stomach, holding me close to him.
I have to stop myself from reacting when he starts moving his hand further down my stomach, close to the waistband of my shorts. I can feel how fast his heart is beating. His hand stops at the waistband instead of pulling up my shirt slightly, letting his warm palm run across my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His hand keeps going till it reaches my bra.
I hold my breath without meaning to, making him stop.
“Is this okay?” His voice is gruff behind me.
“Yes.” I try not to sound so breathless, but I fail.
He continues his touch, grazing my boobs while his mouth kisses my neck. We continue in this position for a few minutes before I roll back facing him. I don’t give him a chance to react, kissing him passionately. He allows me to control that. Until he grabs my waist, moving me up with him.
He carries me to his bedroom, where I continue the kiss, to his bedroom, which I was right is set up with candles all around the room, lighting in a soft, warm glow. We stop kissing long enough to get onto the bed. The rest of the night was everything I could have asked for. He was the most perfect gentleman, as expected. Surprisingly, considering his lack of expierence he was incredibly good at everything he did. It felt better than anything I could have imagined. But I guess being mated makes everything more intense.
Lying here, freshly showered in his shirt with him, I feel the happiest I ever have. He’s asleep, his head on my chest with his arms wrapped tightly around my torso. I look over his whole face, taking in every detail possible. My fingers lightly fluff through his hair, something he’s told me is a weakness of his. I’m so happy that we’re fully together and on a deeper level.
All that’s left now is meeting each other's parents. He’ll meet mine next week, and I’ll meet his in a few more weeks.
I can already feel the anxiety at the idea.