Chapter 13— I don't know what to say or do.

Doyle's POV:

I'm awake. I am wide awake. I can't sleep. And I know she can't either.

I hear her whimpering quietly as she walks toward the bathroom. She had another nightmare.

"Go after her," my wolf says.

"No," I argue back.

"Go!"

"No"

"Why?"

"Because..."

"Exactly. Go!"

"Fine."

I get up and walk toward the door when I notice she's been in there longer than a person should.

I stand there for a couple of minutes because I don't know what to say or do. After our disagreement last night, it's been...awkward.

I can't touch her without feeling like it's not right to do so. I can't speak to her because I feel like I might say something uncalled for. I can't be there for her because...because the truth is, I feel like acting like an angry kid.

As bad as it may sound, I want to be mad at her, but I also don't want to be mad at her.

"Don't be stupid! Knock on the door! Be nice!" my wolf scolds.

"Fine," I grunted.

I knock gently on the door. "Deven, you've been in there for ten minutes. Are you okay?"

I don't like how indifferent I sound toward her.

I want to kiss her so badly right now.

"I agree," my wolf agrees.

"Shut up."

She doesn't respond and it makes me concerned. Is she okay in there?

"Deven?" I call out her name.

"I'm fine," she says softly. She sounds bleak.

"Go comfort her," my wolf pushes.

"No. I want her to want me this time. I want her to come after me this time."

"Can you come out? I need to take get ready for work," I strain out.

Please show me you want this just as much as I do, Bellus mea.

I wait for her to respond. To respond to both my outspoken question and my unspoken plea.

She doesn't respond. To my question. Or my plea, yet I hope.

I hear the toilet flush and the tap running then it cuts off and she comes out.

We don't speak. Or glance at each other. Or kiss. We don't do anything but walk past each other like strangers.

Strangers? What the heck is this? I want a redo.

I glance at her as she stables herself against the bedside desk and inhales deeply.

I open my mouth to say something to her but once again I don't know what to say.

I shut the door and my eyes and lean against the door.

Suddenly I realize that for the first time since I met Deven, I don't feel like being near her.

I sigh heavily before carrying on with my morning routine.

I leave the bathroom with my mind made up that I'll strike up a conversation. But when I step into our bedroom, she isn't there and I'm met with the smell of bacon.

She's making breakfast. Why? She never makes breakfast.

Maybe she's trying to make it up. The thought guides a smile to my face.

I quickly get dressed so I can meet her downstairs.

I rush downstairs and look at her and suddenly I'm faced with the same dilemma I faced the last time; I don't know what to say or do.

So, I do the easiest thing there is to do; act ignorant.

I walk past her and straight to the fridge to 'look' for breakfast even though I know she's making breakfast.

I can feel her eyes on me even though she's trying to make it 'subtle.'

"Good morning," she mumbles.

"Goodmorning," I grunt, placing the coffee creamer back in the fridge.

A moment of silence rests between us.

"I made breakfast."

"Well, I have to go. I'll eat it later."

I weigh the option of walking away or getting some type of affection from her this morning.

I choose the latter.

I turn to her and bend down to her lips and place a simple kiss on them.

At least I wanted to leave a simple kiss.

She grabs me by my collar and lengthens the kiss and I relish in every moment of it.

She pulls away slowly. I want to keep her lips on mine but I can't.

"I want her," my wolf whines.

"I know. But not now."

I look into her eyes and in them is my confirmation that she wants this just as bad as I do.

I hold the urge to kiss so deeply and passionately as I lick my lips and look at hers.

"I'll see you later," I whisper as I stare at her and contemplate whether I should kiss her or not, but I opt to walk away. Mainly to see what she does.

Only she doesn't let me walk away because she grabs my collar and kisses me. I grab her face and deepen the kiss before letting go of her face and staring at her softly.

The kiss answers my plea. She wants 'us' just as bad as I do.

I walk away from her and yell, "I'll ask Lucas to come to keep you company."

Not like he has a choice.

Once I get to work, Claire approaches me and tells me the president of the innovation company will be here soon.

I nod and walk toward my office only to find Isaac preparing things for the meeting.

"Goodmorning Isaac."

"Goodmorning Mr. Adams."

I give him a side glare.

He chuckles and looks away.

I settle down in my chair and review the newly printed documents in the folder Isaac dropped on my desk.

I nod once in approval.

"Make sure you make a copy of this document and don't lose the original one. Don't lose the file-"

The ringing tone of my phone interjects my sentence.

I grab my phone and look at the caller ID.

It's Lucas. What's wrong?

The last time he called, something was wrong with Deven.

I pick up and once again he sounds panicked when I answer him.

Oh no!

"Doyle. Deven isn't here," he drops.