Song: Lemon Boy by Cavetown
Words: 2444
Published: June 19th, 2020
Third Person POV
Harley struggles with keeping a conversation, even with how badly he wants to get to know her. She isn't good at asking questions. He also doesn't want to seem intrusive. He's scared that if he slips up, she'll leave him. His wolf is in shock, which he went into the moment he laid eyes on her the day before.
"So . . . How long did you live there?" he asks.
"I- I was f- f- found there at -t six months," she stutters in response. He nods.
"So, you weren't originally from that pack?"
She shrugs. "I- I guess not."
"How many siblings do you have?"
"Th- Three. They're all boys." Slowly but surely, she's getting more comfortable with answering his questions.
"Is your mom the only other girl then?"
She looks at her lap, fiddling with her sweaty hands. "N- No. She . . . uhm . . . passed away . . . a few years ago."
"Oh . . . I'm sorry to hear that," he whispers softly. Without thinking, he takes her hand. They both flinch at their first skin-to-skin contact, causing sparks and tingles to erupt and send shivers down their spines.
Rayna surprises herself when she doesn't pull away, but rather she flips her hand and intertwines her fingers with his. Harley sighs, his wolf rising to the surface to pant happily at the contact. He looks at Rayna, smiling at her.
He really is my mate, Rayna thinks. She looks at him and can't help but return his smile.
"U- Uhm . . . Wh- What's gonna happen now?" Rayna asks, sitting up straighter and pulling her knees to her chest. Anyone else and Harley would've growled and pushed their feet off his nice leather seats, but he decides that his mate gets a pass.
"Well, right now, we're heading to the castle. I'll show you around. Your friend will be, too, and she'll get her own room. You two will unpack, though that will probably be after lunch."
"How long until we get there?" she asks, looking up at Harley intently.
"About five hours."
She nods and looks down at his hand in her lap. She wraps both of her hands around his and realizes that his hand is easily twice the size of hers. She giggles when she's able to wrap her entire hand around his pinky finger. She gets lost in her thoughts that she almost forgets someone is right next to her even though she's holding their hand.
Harley continues to glance at her in amusement, unable to hide his smile at her happiness.
"You're so cute," he whispers.
"Hm?" she hums, looking up at him. "Wh- What did you say?"
"Oh, nothing," he lies. She brushes it off and continues playing with his fingers.
After a few minutes, she leans towards the window, still holding Harleys hand, and closes her eyes.
It only takes a minute or so of smooth roads for her to fall asleep.
*~*~*~*
She wakes up just under five hours later, the time displayed on the trucks dashboard reading 1:12 P.M.
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