The Evans Escape

Chapter 13

I'm stumbling around the bathroom when Pierson knocks on the door.

"Please unlock the door," he requests while knocking again.

"Hold on, I'm changing," I tell him while pulling my tank top over my head.

I unlock the door and move back to the sink to brush my teeth.

Pierson opens the door and looks around.

"Are you okay? Did you fall?" he asks while standing behind me and resting his hands on either side of the sink, so I am caged in by his arms.

"Well, I was trying to pull my shorts on and tripped," I explained while putting toothpaste on my toothbrush.

"I have an extra toothbrush if you want it," I offered. He nodded while taking it from me.

We brushed our teeth in silence and then I went back into my room.

I looked around in my closet, but I don't think I have anything big enough to offer Pierson to wear.

I hear him come in and shut the door. I'm sitting in front of my closet staring up at the clothes.

"What are you looking for?" he asks me.

"I don't think I have anything for you to change into," I tell him while laying down on the floor.

"It's okay," he assures while offering me his hand.

"Everything's spinning," I tell him while looking up at the ceiling and ignoring his hand. At this point I will just sleep here on the floor.

"You drank a lot," he laughs while putting his hands under my arms and pulling me up. I fall into my bed and look at him.

I can't believe there is a werewolf in my apartment. I scoot up my bed and cover myself in my blankets.

Pierson removes his shirt and then his jeans. I watch him in shook.

"Pierson what are you doing?" I laugh while pulling my blanket up over my head.

"I can't sleep in jeans," he explains while climbing into my bed.

"I guess that's fair," I reply while climbing out of my bed. I stumble a little and sit back down to avoid from falling on the floor.

Pierson grabs my arm.

"Where are you going?" he asks.

"To turn off the light," I reply.

He releases my arm and I stand up again and flick it off.

I then get back into bed and lay on my back while my eyes adjust.

I turn on my side to face Pierson. He is laying on his back, but his head is turned toward me. His eyes are slightly glowing in the moonlight from my window.

"Your eyes," I comment while reaching out and running my thumb underneath one.

"Night vision," he chuckles. I let that process and let my hand drop.

"Right," I whisper.

His hand grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him. My heart flutters at the contact.

"You defended me tonight," he whispers back.

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. My conversation with Noah comes flooding back making my cheeks burn. I take a deep breath as the anger runs through me again.

"Hey," Pierson interferes with my thought process by turning on his side and taking my head in between his hands.

"Noah's a dick," I say before thinking. Pierson's hands on my face are putting my mind at ease. Maybe I am brainwashed. All I want to do is close the small space between our faces. I look down at Pierson's lips and remember what it felt like when we kissed.

I lean forward and place my lips to his. He seems shocked at first, but then he grabs my hair and pulls my face even closer to his as moves his lips with mine.

I swing my leg over his side so he lays on his back. I straddle him and lean back down to capture his lips again.

Pierson flips us so I am the one laying on my back now. He did it so fast it makes the spinning worse.

I put my hands to my forehead trying to make it stop.

"Sorry, did that make you dizzy?" he asks while kissing my neck.

"I'm fine," I tell him while moving my hands back to his hair. He sucks on my neck making my back arch.

He quickly moves his lips back to mine but this time he is forceful. It's like he's claiming my mouth as his.

I move my hands to his boxers.

"No, Kaydence," he demands while taking my arms and pinning them above my head.

I catch my breath and look at him questionably.

"We can't," he tells me.

"What?" I laugh, is he serious?

"You're drunk. That's reason number one. Reason number two, if we did that we would be mated," he explains.

"I thought we were mates already?" I ask in confusion.

He drops back down onto the bed and pulls me onto his chest.

I lay my head on his chest and listen to his frantic heartbeat.

"We would be fully mated. We can't do that, not until you've made your choice," he adds while running his hand through my hair. His fingers in my hair make my eyes heavy.

"Okay," I sigh while wrapping my arm around him and shutting my eyes. He's way more comfortable than my pillow.

"Night love," he whispers while kissing my head.

"Night Pierson," I yawn while letting the events of the night slowly replay through my mind as I drift asleep. 

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Thoughts?

Much Love,

A.Lynn