The Never Wanted Mate

A Different Perspective

Devin 

Aiden and I pick out a bunch of furniture. I’m exhausted by the time we finish. Luckily the furniture won’t be delivered until the weekend, so I can just go home and sleep. Aiden says he will come by this weekend to help me out. He drops me off at the apartment entrance. 

I smell my mate the second I start walking to the apartment. It gets stronger and stronger with every step I take. So I take extra steps. I find her struggling with multiple bags of groceries. She really needs to take less at a time. I wonder if she would want my help. Would it be too creepy if I just show up to help? 

I shake my head. My woman needs my help, and I’m just going to stand here and watch? 

Hell no! I start walking toward her just as one of the bags rip and spill out a bunch of fruit. I hear her curse under her breath as she follows the trail of a single rolling apple that comes up to my feet. 

“Need help?” I ask. 

“Nope, I got everything under control,” she says a little too quickly. 

She looks startled and horrified to see me. It breaks me a little, so I chuckle to pretend I’m okay. I go to help her with her bags. Her fingers lightly graze mine as I get the bags from her. The shot of electricity that hits me leaves me breathless. 

“I can help you with the rest after I put these up,” I tell her, barely able to talk. She looks up at me with those big, beautiful eyes. Her mouth is slightly open in surprise. My eyes linger on her lips. I wish I could taste her, just a bit. Or have those lips around my…speaking of that…it starts to get hard with the direction of my thoughts. 

I hope she doesn’t look down. She nods and turns around. Phew! My relief is momentary because her ass is in front of me, swaying back and forth. The curves on this woman! What did I just sign up for? I already find her so f*****g irresistible, and I just invited myself over. And we are going to be alone in her apartment. 

“Terri! I need you to make sure you and I are on our best behavior. I will keep you in check and you keep me in check. Got it?” 

“Just shut up already, I’m watching mate.” 

“Terri!” 

“Alright, alright. We won’t do anything crazy. Mate needs to trust us before we get to the crazy.” 

That works. Her apartment is neat and tidy. Most of her furniture is white, but she likes the rustic farmhouse look because there is a wooden, rough look to the tables and chairs. She also has a floor to ceiling window in her living room that looks out to the park too. She must like sitting there because an armchair has been turned around to face the park. There is a little side table next to it with a book and a wine glass. She also has a fluffy blanket on the chair. I picture her sitting in that little spot, curled up reading a book while she sips on wine. It’s adorable, and I could watch her forever like that. 

I put the bags down on the floor, next to a hundred other bags. Her apartment seems mostly empty, so why did she buy so much groceries? Does she live with someone? No, it looks pretty lonely in here. Besides I can’t think of her, living with another right now. 

I will just focus on the bags in front of me. “Are you preparing for an apocalypse?” She gives me an excuse that I find hard to believe, so I tell her that I will just come and eat the food. She tries to dismiss me but she isn’t going to get rid of me just yet. I go to get her fruits from the hall. I pick everything up as fast as I can and head back. 

Time spent with mate is precious, everything else needs to be done as quickly as possible. I find her shoving everything, including paper towels, bars of soap, and thing that definitely don’t belong into the fridge. I study her features as she barely gets everything inside. I wash an apple in the sink and bite down as I arrange the fruits neatly in her basket. 

Her forehead is furrowed at the moment, letting me know she is concentrating very hard. Her arms are slender, and I wonder how they would feel wrapped around me. And the bending and lifting of her hips as she puts the grocers in the fridge are unbearable because all I want right now is to have her bend right up against my very hard c**k. 

I notice the moment she realizes I am there. She has the same look of need as I feel when she turns around. I can’t help it as my feet start walking to her. I want to rip up all her clothes and lift her up. Kiss her. f**k her. 

I try to control my breathing and actions once I’m standing by her. I’ve decided that this, isn’t going anywhere because I don’t want her to ever feel like she was just a hookup. So instead I admire her beautiful face. She starts her nervous stutter. She shouldn’t have any insecurities. 

“You don’t have anything to be nervous about. Don’t look down to anyone,” I whisper into her ear as I lift up her face. Beautiful. She has a heated look on her face and I know my words are affecting her on a deeper level. I tease her, which turns her on. As I smell the sweet smell of her arousal, fear creeps into me. 

Being this closing to her is dangerous. I don’t trust myself when I am this close to her. Everything about this moment makes me want more. More than I can’t have right now. So much more. I let go of her and try to rush out of the apartment. I could have gone further, but I wanted to do this right. I didn’t want her to feel like she was some random hookup. I wanted her to love me, the way I love her. 

Just before I leave, she tells me her name. I feel some relief to know I took down one of the many barriers that she had built up because of me. I go to my apartment and find that the door has been fixed. I unlock it and step inside. I had dinner with Aiden already, so I’m just going to shower and sleep. I have class in the morning, and I’m already behind. I have no interest in going to TA sessions because I only want to be near my mate. That just means I need to catch up as soon as I can.