Chapter 90 - "With Our Alpha Libido I Think We Can Go Up To Round Twelve."-01

I don't know how many hours or minutes have passed by. "Um, Seneca?" "Mm." She breathes, skimming her lips down my neck as she places little kisses. Yep, we're cuddling. My breath hitches when she bites slightly. "W-Will you . . . Will you go on a date with me this Saturday?" The implication of something more is clear as day in my sentence. It's better than asking outright if she'd do the deed with me, right? 'Riiiight.' My Wolf drawls and I shove him to the back of my mind. She freezes, her arms that are around my hips stiffening as she slowly pulls back—her face illuminated by the flashing television that's still playing the movie—looking at my eyes doubtfully. "Are you . . . uh," she swallows, her throat bobbing up and down, "Are you s-sure?" "Surer than I've been about anything before." I say firmly, turning slightly to cup her cheeks, as I look into her eyes.