Chapter 16

Bennet leads me to a black car outside. Some of the weather has shifted into a darker way, but there's still the sun off in the distance. Some trees get in the way, but I see it, and it illuminates the red bricks of the house. It does have a warm exterior, but I think of the people inside, and part of me chills down.

Opening the door, I get in, instead of crawling in. Usually I'd have to, as my car tends to be higher than this one.

"Oh, Bennet?" I say as Bennet gets in and starts to buckle up.

"What's up?" asks Bennet curiously as he raises an eyebrow over one of his blue eyes.

"Is my car at school still?" I ask.

I know cars are expensive, and regardless of how rich I or my family is, they wouldn't take it kindly to find out I lost one. Insurance can't cover everything.

"Oh, Grid took it home for you," answers Bennet, "Greg gave her a ride back here. Don't worry about it."

"Oh, okay," I say as I buckle up, "I'll say thanks to her."

Bennet nods before before he starts up the car and begins to pull out from the driveway. We head out on a dirt road that I see leads to a road up ahead, outside of the large premises of the land. I'm guessing the farm-style fence that surrounds the field around the house is the perimeter.

I look back at the house after we're on the outside of the fence, and I'd admit that it's a nice place. Maybe someday, I'll come back.

If rocks were soft as cake that is. Or cupcakes rained from the sky. Or giant pink flying elephants carried me to school.

All of those like sound major LSD hallucinations, but are more likely than my return here.

As long as I didn't faint prior and have to know a shocking truth about some person I know not being a species I know.

"Um, Cace?" asks Bennet, getting my attention.

"Yes?" I answer as I turn back to him, and he has his blue eyes on me.

"Mind if I ask a question?" he asks.

"Shoot."

"Well," says Bennet, "I was wondering why exactly you wanted to leave my house so quickly."

"Oh, that," I say as I look out the window, formulating how exactly I'm going to explain this.

"Was something wrong at the house?" asks Bennet curiously.

"No, it's not that," I say, and look back at him, "it's just that....well, maybe I was...scared."

Future boyfriend learns his lover is chicken. Sounds like something you write on a tabloid or on the front page of a newspaper.

"Scared? Why were you scared?" asks Bennet as his brows furrow together without understanding.

"Um, well, your family...is in a sense a family of wolves," I explain.

"And that upset you?" asks Bennet.

"I...I'd like to be polite, but my answer of yes might not be so," I answer.

Maybe that wasn't polite. Oh well. I lose some, and some more.

Bennet drives quietly for a few moments, and some trees pass by around us along with the evening sky and the road.

"I'd just like you to know that we're not going to hurt you, Cayce," says Bennet finally, "I know you and I had a start that was worthy of a novel, but I can assure that was just a mistake on my part, and my family will not repeat it."

"I...I'm pretty sure they won't, no offense to you," I say and Bennet chuckles, "but...I think I just need get used to being around other supernaturals."

"Do you think you could get used to being around me?" asks Bennet.

I look over at him, and reflect on what it is he's asking if I could get used to.

He's wearing some long-sleeve shirt that's a dull green, and jeans. His body underneath pops out so much that popcorn has a run for its money. I don't think the seat he's in really contains his muscular mass, and when I look at him I feel pushed by the sheer size of his legs and arms, chest, and everything else.

Then there's the face. He's got a strong sharp nose the runs straight down his face, brown wavy hair like a river wave on his head, and his blue eyes that are so intriguing that it's beyond being beautiful and handsome.

Could I get used to being around a handsome specimen of male muscle and handsomeness? Probably not because I look like a tree trunk next to him. But that's not really what he's asking.

"I think I could get used to being around you, in due time," I answer, to which Bennet lights up like a lightbulb and grins with teeth.

"That makes me so pink," says Bennet, and I smile back at him, though if my smile was a rock, his would be the sky.

We drive some distance more, and come to a American-style diner. The usual aluminum exterior and blue vertical lines with the warm yellow lights inside. The sign says the place is called Cheese and Biscuits. Cute.

Cuter than me? Yes if answered by Bennet, and no if answered by Grid. Two alphas fighting over just what I am.

After we park, I'm just about to hop out when Bennet reaches over and stops my hand.

"Wait right there," he says, and after I give him a confused look he hops out of his side of the car.

He comes around to my side, and then opens my door for me to get out. Even offering me a hand.

Wow. Gay chivalry. Talk about that.

Bennet takes my hand that I put out and puts it under and on the inside of his arm, before leading me to the diner. He locked the car, so don't worry nobody's stealing it.

Entering in, the smell of cooking food wafts around. A waitress politely leads us to a table where we sit, and the sky outside turns darker as evening turns to night, and some of the stars begin to show. The diner is not that busy, and the people who are present either politely glance at us or say a hello to Bennet, and he smiles and replies back. Some music also plays over the radio, giving tunes ot the ambient sounds of chatter and food cooking.

Sitting at booth, we receive menus. I look through mine, but don't see anything particular that I might want.

"It's on me," says Bennet to me with a smile, "so get what you want."

"Oh, well," I say as I glance at the menu, then look back at Bennet, "I don't really see anything, so I'll let you order for me."

"You sure?" asks Bennet with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, you can just get me what you're getting."

Bennet shrugs, and does so as the waitress returns.

"So," says Bennet as the waitress goes and he turns back to me, "mind a few question from me?"

"Shoot," I say.

"So, about your wings," says Bennet as he gestures to my back, "why are they that color? And not like angels or demons."

"I'd say it was because of genetics, but I really don't know," I reply.

"When you said morph, earlier," continues Bennet, "what did that mean."

"I meant that as how, when I imagine, say an eagle's wing, I can change the shape of that," I explain.

"You can change the shape of your wing? That's incredible," says Bennet.

"Thanks," I say with a blush.

"Does it hurt when you do?" asks Bennet.

"Not really," I answer, "unless I separate it from my back."

"Separate? As in it comes off?" asks Bennet, his eyes widening.

"Yeah," I answer.

"I kinda want to see that," says Bennet, "along with other things."

"Like what?" I ask as I smile a little.

Bennet perks up, and then looks around to see if anybody's close enough to listen. Checking there's not, he leans forward, and I notice his eyes are a little red. No, they are. Not blue at all.

"Well, little mate of mine, I'd like to see you naked first, then maybe pour some chocolate syrup all over your precious little body before I watch you squirm while I lick all that off you. Starting at-"

Bennet tenses for a second, and shakes his head like he's getting rid of water from his ear, and leans back.

"Sorry, that was Oliver," says Bennet, "that was the other side of me."

"What does that mean?" I ask curiously, and also rub my cheeks that are a little hot from what he just said.

"Well, every werewolf has something called a wolf inside them," says Bennet as he points to his chest, "and that's responsible for making them a werewolf to begin with. But every now and then, they like to come out. I manage to keep mine, Oliver, inside. But sometimes, as you may know well, he comes out."

"Oh, well," I say as I try to gloss over the confrontation we had at the sweet shop, "is Oliver always that...explicit?"

"Oh, you have no idea," says Bennet with a smile.

"What should I know?" I ask, and the waitress comes by with two plates with breakfast-style food, and we thank her before starting to eat and talk at the same time.

"Well, Oliver after I found out you were my mate, more or less made me research positions for...certain things, and has memorized more or less twenty of those," says Bennet as he blushes and fidgets with his fork, "and also likes to say them, and show me in my mind, whenever I do and don't see you."

"Oh," I say as blush also.

A crazy werewolf likes to think about doing it with me a lot, eh? I guess I'm flattered.

"Well, what position does he like the most?" I ask, taking a bite of eggs.

Bennet tenses up, and sits straight up, before he grins, like a wolf, and his eyes turn red again.

"Why, little mate, it'd be the co-"

Bennet tenses up again, and shakes his head.

"I think I'll leave him to tell you that later," says Bennet, his eyes back to normal.

"Okay," I say, not actually expecting an answer, then surprised when it was about to be given, then relieved that I will remain a relatively pure virgin that I am.

"Is the food not good?" asks Bennet to me and my plate of food, where I've seen to have eaten half and stopped.

"Oh no," I say, "it's just I'm full, so I maybe am having a hard time finishing it. That's all."

"Mind if I finish up for you?" asks Bennet tentatively, and I notice that he's cleaned his plate of food.

I also recall that Grid was rather hungry too, so I'm guessing it's maybe a werewolf thing to eat a lot.

"Shoot," I say, for the however many times I have today, probably enough for my mouth to be a gun.

Bennet smiles before he reaches over and makes quick work of my dish of food. After he finishes, we stand to leave. I try to find a way to pay him, but don't have my wallet.

"Do you know where my wallet is?" I ask as we leave the diner, my arm on his.

"I think it's in my car," replies Bennet as we reach it, and he points to the back seat, which, sure enough with my backpack, there it is.

I also notice my jacket, the one I left a while back in Grid's car, here as well.

"Oh, my jacket," I say as I reach back and grab it.

"Oh, yeah," says Bennet as he sees me take it, "I meant to give it back to you."

"Thanks," I say with a smile.

I start to take off the hoodie he lent me, when he stops my movements with a hand on mine.

"If it's all the same to you," he says, "could I keep your jacket? I like having a piece of you with me. You can have my hoodie."

"Really?" I ask, "It's that much worthwhile?"

"I think it is," says Bennet.

"Um, well," I say as I look down at the jacket in my hand.

Seeing my hesitation, Bennet says, "If the hoodie's not enough, you can have this too?"

And he reaches down to the hem of his shirt to start and pull it off. I start to see his ripped stomach, and that shocks an answer out of me.

"No! I mean, sure. You can have this," I say as I hand him the coat.

"You sure? You can have my shirt if you want," offers Bennet, still continuing to pull his shirt off by his eyes still connected with mine.

"Yes, positive," I say with a nod.

If I see more of you body, I think I'm going to melt, or make you do something that will lead to the same result.

"Oh, well, thanks!" says Bennet with a grin as he takes my jacket and hugs it to his chest.

The simple movement has me smile a little, and I think I also hug his hoodie closer to me.

He smiles even more when he sees that.