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covers
and crawled in. Allie rolled over to face me, “What are you doing?”
    “I’m
tired too. You aren’t going to deprive a man from sleep, are you Allie?”
    Her
eyes narrowed. “No, I would never. Good thing that there’s a perfectly
comfortable couch downstairs.” She pulled back the covers that covered me.
    I
pulled them back over me. She pouted, and I wrapped my arm around her waist to
pull her closer until we were nearly touching noses. “Al, I’ve been waiting a
year and a half to tell you that you’re mine. I’m not going to wait another
year and a half to have a relationship with you,” I sighed. She was mine, and I
didn’t want to leave. I liked being this close to her, but I would if she
didn’t want me here. “If I’m making you uncomfortable, I’ll go back
downstairs.”
    Her
eyes widened, probably because I was finally giving her a say. She shook her
head. “No, you can stay.”
    I
smiled, relieved. “Good. Now sleep, the movie’s at six.”
    “What
movie are we seeing?” she mumbled, half asleep.
    “Don’t worry you’ll like it.”

 
    Chapter Seventeen
    Popcorn
with Butter
    Allie

 
    The
frigid air whistling through Caleb's open door Jeep was welcomed compared to
the stifling heat I felt earlier. I knew werewolves’ blood ran hotter than
normal, but I never expected to wake up with a sweat. When the alarm set for
5:30 P.M. went off, I woke up to Caleb wrapped around me like a vine. His body
temperature combined with mine had me throwing off the comforter.
    Before
we left, Caleb taught me a couple tricks to keep my mood and senses under
control. Most of it contained breathing exercises, and blocking out the excess.
I was aware that he could always take away excess emotions, but the feeling was
still foreign. It felt like being shocked by an outlet and it left me drained,
but I didn’t mind.
    So
far, Caleb has been nothing but a perfect gentleman for our first date. Holding
the door for me, helping me into the Jeep and making sure I was buckled, but he
still refused to tell me what movie we were going to see. As we pulled into the
theater, my hand still tucked safely in Caleb’s, I saw
a huge influx of girls pouring in. Automatically I knew he was taking me to a
chick-flick. I laughed internally. At least he was being thoughtful, but I
hated chick-flicks. I’d rather have a Fast & Furious marathon than sit
through a Nicholas Sparks movie. But if he was willing to watch this for me,
who was I to complain?
    I
crawled out of the Jeep and joined Caleb, who took my hand in his once again.
We entered as Mike, another football player exited with his crying girlfriend,
Katie. He whispered to Caleb a good luck thinking I wouldn’t hear. I smirked.
Good, because he was going to need it.
    Caleb
and his one tracked mind went straight to the concession stand, hungry again.
We waited in the brief line until we reached the counter. A small blonde around
my age stood, waiting to take our order, or should I say Caleb’s order. Her
eyes trailed him up and down, obviously affected with his good looks just like
every other girl in the school. I couldn’t blame her, he was wearing a tight blue shirt and jeans that could affect any girl. Luckily,
his eyes stayed preoccupied with the menu above her head. “What can I get for
you?” she purred her eyes only on Caleb. God, she was almost as bad as Sierra.
    A small growl escaped my lips , he was mine . Caleb quickly
pulled me against him, his arm around my waist, before I grew claws. I could
tell that he was delighted that I was jealous, but it only made me angrier. He
leaned until his lips were pressed against my ear, “Don’t worry, I only have a
thing for fiesty brunettes named Allison.” I smiled,
my temper disappearing. He turned back toward the counter. “Can we get a
popcorn with jalapeño seasoning?”
    I
loved jalapeño seasoning, but a plan formed in my head. A
plan that I probably shouldn’t follow through with but was going to