Intimidation

Chapter Eight

Forrest's POV

The following morning felt no different than any other typical morning, but the only difference is that Blair is accompanying me. She looks peaceful, I don't want to disturb her. Plus, after what happened last night, I cannot confirm if she is still hostile. I would prefer not to deal with that this morning.

I do my normal routine and grab the poems of John Donne. He's quite a ravishing poet, very raw in his texts. I sit next to her, gazing upon the poem and her body. I cannot keep my focus on either subject.

Blair flutters her eyes open and looks at me. She shyly drapes the duvet over her. It amazes me how she acts like I recently did not explore every part of her. She's an amusing person. But I am going to have to set one thing straight with her... this will not happen again. It was just the heat of the moment, nothing more.

She looks at me again with a squamous smile, and the next words to come out of her mouth left me wondering if she's a mind reader, or if she finally caught on to my game.

"Forrest, I'm really sorry about last night, I didn't mean to burst... Despite, the recent circumstances I just want to let you know that this cannot happen again." she says.

"Of course." I reply. I can't believe what I am hearing. Maybe, I was wrong to think that she was too naive to catch on. She couldn't possibly be manipulating me. Me, out of all people. I'm too good for that, but we'll see. It's just only the beginning.

Blair's POV

Unbelievable. Unbelievable. I am freaking out right now. I feel a million and one thoughts circling in my head, and they're running miles. I just lost my virginity to my mate who is technically not my mate, but will be future mate because he heavily implies it on a regular now. I am screaming!

I have never experienced rage until last night. I've heard of people going through rage during certain times of the season or when someone shifts for the first time. I didn't think that I could be so angry, so livid, but I was. I wanted him to fight me back. I wanted to hurt him the way that I hurt, even if it's not emotional pain, the physical pain would do me justly.

I finally cleanse myself of Forrest, physically and mentally. I decided to clear my mind by finishing up the botanical garden. Gardening is such a peaceful activity and it keeps your mind free... free from the doubts and concerns that treads my consciousness.

I place the remaining plants and flowers around the pond and the circle of the garden. Once that was finished, I decided to read more Shakespearean sonnets on the bench by the botanical pond. Hearing the birds chirp and feeling the breeze through my hair was utter bliss. I needed this moment of clarity.

The sun began to set, as much as I love sitting out here reading, I would much rather not sit out here on a dark summer night. I may love little furry creatures, but I do not love little creepy crawlers, those things give me anxiety.

I returned the Old English Sonnets book back to the west wing library. No one was there, it's quite nice to be in a library by yourself. It leaves room for exploration. As I peer through the selection of books, I picked up the Ancient Book of Werewolves. It's amazing to read the history and superstitions regarding society on werewolves. I wonder if today's society think about werewolves?

I grab the book, then sat on the sofa and began to read. I am absolutely astonished, I am completely drawn to his reading. I'm eager for each new section. I find the superstitions and depictions of us amusing. As I continue to read, my reading comes to an end only to be shut by Forrest, who is now hovering over me.