Mia
Two weeks had passed since I kissed Quinn. Oh! How much it shamed me to say that I kissed him. I guessed I would have felt better if I had been able to say that he kissed me instead but I couldn’t deny that I kissed him.
I had kissed him and I couldn’t deny that. I could still feel how my lips had moved under his, in response to his nudges. I was embarrassed.
It was said that time healed all wounds and people forgot events easily with it but I couldn’t forget that night. It was etched in my brain and I doubted that I could forget it. I could still remember everything, every tiny detail of the kiss, how my moan had sounded, how my skin had clung to him, how my arms had gone ahead of me and did what I didn’t ask them to by holding on to me.
I felt like a slut, one with short memories. I hissed at myself. Even sluts didn’t kiss any of their brothers but I had gone ahead to kiss two of them. I was embarrassed. I still remember how Quinn had teased me about enjoying the kiss. I felt awkward that I had given him the audacity to say that I liked him and was only pretending to be.
I didn’t think I could go home to see the knowing smirk that would be in his eyes if he saw me. That was why I didn’t go home that weekend and also wasn’t planning to this weekend.
I no longer felt the eyes on me and was a bit relieved. I was already strung up with the kiss with Quinn, I didn’t need to keep watching my back and add that pressure to it.
There was only so much a little human girl like me could deal with.
I closed from work that Thursday evening and decided to get a takeout for myself. It had been a hectic day of work and also stressful trying to reject Gerald’s advances at getting me to another date.
I didn’t trust that Quinn or any of the others wouldn’t show up at the wrong time again. They seemed to have a knack for knowing when I was on dates and showing up like they had a tracker on me or were watching me from one magic bowl with which they tracked my movements.
I knew that wasn’t true but I didn’t want another episode of them showing up. There was nothing I was going to say to make Gerald believe that they were just my brothers if he met them again and they made him feel small just as how they always made every guy they found me with.
Moreover, since I didn’t feel the eyes on me again, there was really no need to go out on a date with Gerald. He was after all a distraction. He might try to kiss me this time and anytime I thought of kisses, Quinn or Jack came to mind. I couldn’t think of kissing another guy.
I didn’t think I was going to feel alive as I had felt in their arms. I wondered if I had felt raw because they weren’t humans. Kissing and being with humans didn’t sound appealing to me as it had in my fantasies years ago.
Oh no! What was wrong with me? Maybe I should kiss Gerald to prove to myself that I could be attracted to humans as well. I sighed. That was a bad plan. What if I didn’t feel anything after that and Gerald started to cling to me thinking that I liked him because I kissed him?
I would have a harder time chasing him off than I had had with Sammy.
I just had to wait and avoid seeing any of the boys till this weirdness left me. I wasn’t going home till I felt like I was normal, even if it took me months to get back to myself.
My phone rang just as soon as I got home. I picked the call without looking at the caller ID, thinking that it was one of my colleagues trying to ask about work or Gerald trying his shot at getting me out tomorrow night for a date after work.
That was my mistake. I groaned as I heard my mum’s voice. I knew why she was calling and I regretted my hasty move. I would have ignored the call if I had known that she was the one and hoped she assumed that I was busy or asleep and give up.
“Dear daughter,”
“Mum,”
“How have you been?”
“Fine and busy, mum.” I lied. How could I tell her that I didn’t visit her because I kissed the eldest of her step-sons? She would scream my ears off and remind me of how she raised me better than that.
“I thought so when you didn’t come home last weekend. Coming home this weekend?”
“I…”
“Don’t say no. Mum wants to see your pretty face.”
I felt cornered. I couldn’t ever say no to her. “I will be home after work, mum.”
“That’s my girl. I will get your room ready.”
She seemed so excited that I couldn’t bear to exhale the sigh that I had in my lungs so she wouldn’t feel like I didn’t want to see her.
“Okay. Love you, mum.”
“I love you, Mia. Goodnight, dear.” She said and clicked off the call.
The next day, I was surprised though I shouldn’t be to see the family driver at the house. Mum must have missed me a lot and that helped to calm my anxious heart down.
I didn’t know what I was going to do if I saw Quinn again. What if he teased me about the kiss? What if he wanted another?
I plugged in my earphones and listened to music all through the ride, trying to dispel my fears.
We got home and mum was already waiting for me. She dragged me off to her room for chitchat while the maids sorted my luggage and took it to my room.
I met the brothers and Albert at dinner. Of all scenarios that I had been expecting from Quinn when I got home, it was certainly not the one I got.
Quinn acted cold as always, as if nothing had happened between us. I couldn’t believe he was the same man who had kissed me and awoken fire in me. His eyes were blank and didn’t reflect anything, not even a hidden smile.
What a pretentious bastard. I was suddenly angry at him even though I knew I should be relieved that he wasn’t going to tease me about the kiss. I couldn’t believe that I had had sleepless nights and tiring days because I couldn’t stop thinking of the kiss, I couldn’t even come home because I was worried of how awkward it was going to be between us and yet, here he was perfectly fine as if nothing had happened.
He had moved on so quickly while I had been in turmoil all week. I wanted to yell at him and pull at his hair for playing with my emotions. Did he make a living from toying with ladies’ hearts and kissing anyone that he wanted?
That bastard.
“You look lean.” Albert commented. “Do you eat right at work, daughter?”
I nodded, lying to him. I couldn’t tell him that the fear of being watched and the shame of kissing his son made me lose my appetite.
Mum nodded. “I noticed she looks slim too.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ve always been slim, mum.”
“You look slimmer.”
“Let’s fatten her up before she leaves.” Albert smiled at mum who nodded.
I scoffed, wondering what they planned to give me to make me fat in two days.
“How was work, sister?” Jack asked.
“It was fine.” I shrugged.
I had my eyes on Quinn, watching him as I wondered what was wrong with him. Was he really going not to talk about this? Was he just going to act like that never happened?
He had his head down, busy sorting through his meals but I knew he was listening. Asides the welcome home he had told me when he had seen me, he hadn’t said anything else again. He raised his head for some seconds and our eyes made contact. I waited for some spark but there was nothing. He looked just as he would looked at me any other day.
Did he hit his head while he was coming back that night? I hoped not but I had to find an excuse for him. I wondered if werewolves get memory loss and how bad it could get. I thought that they were untouchable from every sickness that troubled humans. I would have to read up on werewolves and amnesia.
I took my time eating my food, wondering if I could get him to talk to me after everyone had left as well. Maybe he was waiting for that as well.
I stared at him, unable to hide my shock as he gobbled down his meal and excused himself from the table. For someone that I thought was waiting for the others to leave the table, it was a rude shock to see him being the first to leave the table.