Chapter 179
He sets the picnic basket down. “Do you, Tiana? Do you like me?” he asks.
“What kind of a question is that?” I ask. “Of course I like you. Do you really think I’d have let you be my first if I didn’t?”
“Do you like me, or did you feel comfortable enough with me to let me be your first?” he
asks.
I frown. “I’m not sure what you’re asking, Shane.”
“We rushed into things, T. We went too far, too fast. Maybe I’m not like other men, but I don‘ t want to be some guy that’s convenient that you use to get through the Academy. If we’re going to be together, then I want it to be because we’re friends, we know each other and we care about each other. We hardly know anything about each other, T. Before we become intimate again, I think we need to take a step back and decide if we even really like each other.”
“I know I like you, Shane.”
He smiles at me. “What’s my favorite food, T?” he asks.
I open my mouth to answer, then stop. I have no idea.
“Right. I have no idea what your favorite color is. Shouldn’t someone who puts their body into yours know these things? Shouldn’t you know something so simple about me, if you’re letting me put my body into yours?”
He shrugs. “Maybe I’m crazy but I want more than to just fuck. I’m not saying it wasn’t great… for me at least. But I think, if we’re going to have incredible sex, if we’re going to have a chance to make it on the leaderboard, and more important, if we’re going to have a chance to be together exclusively for a year and a half, we need to know more about each other than you’re impulsive and like to have your way, and my parents died and I’m grieving,”
he says.
I blink at him. “What do you want to know?”
He pulls out a blanket and lays it on the ground. We sit and he opens the picnic basket,
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pulling out the food and wine.
“For starters, what’s your favorite color, Tiana?”
Christian
Tonight is the night. Enya has been sleeping in my bed for several nights now and each night, I’ve become more and more sure that she’s my mate. I’ve never had the feeling for another woman like I have for her. I want her. My wolf wants her. And now, it’s time to claim her. Or at least, it’s time for me to etch myself into her mind forever.
Because I know it’s her first time and because I want it to be special, I go up to my room a bit early. I shower, putting only my boxers on again. Then I light candles all over the room, giving it a warm glow. I sprinkle rose petals on the bed and I put some soft music on in the background. When she knocks on the door, I feel like I’m ready.
When I open the door, she steps in and stops.
“What’s all this?” she asks.
Rather than whiskey, I poured her a glass of wine. I want her relaxed, but very much aware of everything that we do tonight.
I hand her the wine. “If you still want me to be your first, Enya, tonight’s the night.” I tell her
She sucks in air, and her eyes go wide. She takes the wine from me and begins to chug it. “Hey, slow down. If you aren’t ready, we stop now.”
