Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
“What about over the last thirty years?” He laughed softly, almost like a giggle. I had noticed this last night, but his laughs were kind of cute sometimes. WHAT AM I THINKING? He’s a guy, I’m a guy, not cute, nothing is cute.
“How am I supposed to know how different it is from thirty years ago, I wasn’t even alive that long ago.” I yelled, almost scolding him.
“That’s my point. You and I both don’t know what is different, but we can go and find out together.”
“This seems strange.” Was he trying to take me out on a date?
“What? It’s just two people exploring a city. You tell me about the city now, and I will tell you about the city as I have seen it change over the last century.”
“That is so strange to hear.”
“What is?” Dietrich looked confused now.
“That you’ve seen this city change over that much time.”
“Can you ever learn to accept it?” He seemed hurt, sad, that I thought it was strange.
“I didn’t say that I didn’t accept it, just that it’s strange. It’s going to be weird for me, to think about the fact that you were alive before the Europeans came to this country.”
“I could have come with them. I was prominent in Europe at the time and I was asked to join the first settlers.”
“That’s what I’m talking about, I’m going to have to actually come to terms with stuff like that.” He laughed at my mini freak out for a moment.
“I won’t talk about my past if that will make you feel better.” He seemed serious as he offered that. “Our lives together started when we met, anything before that doesn’t matter.”
“But that’s not good either. Neither of us would be who we are if it wasn’t for our pasts so I can’t ignore who you are.” He smiled at that.
“So, you’re interested in who I am?” He was smiling at me with a heated look in his eyes.
“Well, I’m not uninterested in who you are.” He laughed again.
“You’re so cute.” He was grinning at me playfully.
“I’m not cute.” I snapped at him. “I’m a man, I can’t be cute.” I think I was being hypocritical here, didn’t I think he was cute at some point.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. When I said cute, I truly just meant appealing. That what you said made me smile and brought me joy. The simplest way for me to express that was to say cute. I could have said adorable, cute, sweet, mouth watering, sexy, handsome, any of them could describe you in specific situations, but the cute just seemed the best fit. The words you said were cute, hence you were being cute.” I felt my face flush with heat and knew I had to be cherry red at that moment. He had said a lot more than just cute applied to me, and why did it make me happy to hear them all?
“I-I-I’m sorry.” I tried to look away from him but his hot, heated gaze was holding mine.
“For what, Liebling?” His breath, hot and sweet, hit my face as he inched closer to me.
“I-I sh-shouldn’t have y-ye-yelled at you. I-I-I th-thought your la-laugh was cute t-too.” He grinned as I worked hard to get the words past my stuttering tongue.
“I’m happy you thought so.” He was leaning in so close to me now, so close that our noses brushed against each other and I thought he was going to kiss me.
I didn’t know why I wasn’t pulling away from him, why I was waiting for our lips to touch. Did I want him to kiss me? I didn’t really know, but I didn’t feel like stopping him from kissing me either.
I could feel the heat from his mouth, even though his lips were still a couple inches away. My heart was pounding and I swear there was a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. I was nervous, yeah, but I was also kind of excited. The anticipation was killing me though.
Then, he pulled away, our lips never having touched.
I blinked in surprise, shock filling my heart and my mind as the butterflies became a swarm of bees, stinging me from the inside with doubts and worry.
“I can’t rush you. I’m sorry for that just now, meine Geliebte.”
“What do you keep saying in German? You keep using those names.” I initially wanted to ask him why he didn’t kiss me, but I couldn’t bring myself to say those words.
“I’m sorry, Shawn. I was being sneaky with them.” He hung his head, like he was feeling guilty. “I have been using pet names for you.”
“What was that one, mine gel, something?”
“Meine Geliebte.” He said the word again and I made sure to memorize the pronunciation. “It means my love.” I blushed then, I couldn’t help it.
“And the other ones, Lee whatever and the others?”
“Liebling, Schatz, Sch?tzchen, they’re all similar, they mean things like darling, treasure, lover, baby, honey, sweetheart. They’re all different forms of the same thing and they’re all just terms of endearment.”
“The Meine part I’m guessing means my or mine right.”
“Ja, yes, meine means just that.”
“And the goota noch? I can’t remember the pronunciation, that was good night?”
“Wunderbar. You are a natural, you will be speaking German in no time. Gute Nacht does mean good night.”
