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Chapter Sixteen

I got Maya home at fifteen minutes before one. I was pretty pleased with myself getting her home by the time her father asked.  I walked her up to the door and then we stopped in front of it.

“I had an amazing time tonight, Tommy,” Maya said, grabbing my hands.

“So did I, Maya.”

“You're going to call me, right!”

I looked down at this confident, young lady and she was showing me a bit of vulnerability that I'm sure most girls feel after a first date. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. “We don't need to ever talk like that. Games are out the door, when it comes to us.”

Maya pulled back, “Are they?”

“They never started.”

Maya looked deep into my eyes.  “I believe you.”

I leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips and again on her cheek.

“You're a great guy, Tommy.”

“And you’re an amazing girl, Maya.” I winked at her and trotted off to my car.  She waved me off and went inside. I looked up at the moon and said out loud, “I’m in deep.”

When I got back to my apartment, Patrick and Sasha were up playing a game of Clue at the kitchen table.

“Seriously,” I said, as I entered my apartment. “A vampire and a werewolf are trying to figure out if Colonel Mustard killed someone in the conservatory with the candlestick?”

“Hey, don't give it away, Tommy. I'm crushing Patrick. This is the first time he has ever played.” Sasha rolled her dice and moved her red piece into the kitchen
. It figured the vixen would choose Scarlet.

“So how did your date go, player?” Patrick asked.

“Date?  I didn't write on the note I was going on a date.”

“You didn't have too,” Sasha responded. “It was the fact you even wrote a note. You were lining up your ducks in a row, my friend. Leaving a note, definitely meant you had the night under control.  Therefore, I could only conclude you were on
a date.”

“Wow, Sherlock, you're off the charts. You better watch out Patrick, you're playing Clue with Matlock.”

“So it was a date!” Sasha said.

“Yeah, it was a date,” I said. “Probably the best date I ever had.”

“Ever had?” Sasha laughed out loud. “Wow, you are a putz!” Now, her claws were out.

“A putz? What is that supposed to mean?” I walked over and poured myself a glass of milk from the refrigerator.

“It means you're a sap, and you are probably getting played,” Sasha stated, as if she had the entire world figured out.

“Look, Sasha, not every girl has a boyfriend when they have a date with me.”  I was obviously referring to the night we first met.

“To be fair, Tommy, we weren't exactly on an official date. It was more of a hook up.”

“Exactly, and you played me like a fiddle. Just because that is something you're capable of doing, doesn't mean everyone else is like that.”

“Ouch!” Patrick chimed in, loudly.

“Wow,” Sasha continued. “You must have gone on a date with Mother Teresa.”

“Don't act like this, Sasha. When I came home earlier, you and Patrick were all cuddled up on my bed.”

They both looked at each other shocked.

“No we weren't,” Patrick said.

“Trust me! Your lips were inches apart. You were inhaling each other’s exhales.”

They looked at each other and laughed.

“Look Sasha, I like this girl and I don't want you to mess it up.”

“Why would I mess it up?”

“I don't know,” I said. “Ever since I met you my life has sort have been in disarray.”  I looked at the cage in my living room and pointed at it. “Case in point.”

“Tommy, you have been real good to me, and if you need to have a girl or two break your heart along the way that’s your business.  I'm just here to warn you about them because we’re friends.”

“Thanks for looking out,” I said, rolling my eyes to Patrick.

“You two go and figure out who killed Mr. Body, and I'm going to go to bed.”  I said, and began to walk down the hall. I stopped and turned around. “Unless you two need my bed for later, and finish where you left off?”

“Please, just go to bed, lover boy,” Sasha mocked.

Patrick seemed to like the fact I was implied he had a shot with Sasha. He had a silly grin on his face. I saluted my friends and went to my room and fell asleep in matter of minutes.

The next couple of weeks were pretty amazing. I spent every day with Maya, and we were doing everything from going to the mall to having picnics in the park. Josiah and I started training three times a week. I took him down to my gym, and all the trainers were floored at his ability, for being as young as he is.  I was having the time of my life; I was a part of two different families. I had my vampire and werewolf dysfunctional threesome family, but even better, I was being accepted by the Reign household. They had invited me over for family night, and I had been spending a lot of quality time with Daniel. He was very wise and I had never had a father figure in my life. He was always throwing out little nuggets of wisdom, and he had no idea how much it meant to me.

The interesting part about everything was Maya and I had very little time alone. Meaning, we haven’t slept together yet.  We actually hadn’t even gotten close to doing the horizontal Rumba, and I totally didn’t care.  She had become an extension of me, and I never felt this way about anyone in my life.

It had rained during the week, and I invited Maya to spend the night at my grandmother's cabin in Running Springs. She didn't hesitate to say ‘yes.’ We knew we will have the whole weekend to be close. Because it had rained, that meant there will be a lot of good snow.  Also, this was the weekend that the full moon would be in full affect. I thought this might be as good of time as any to let her in on my little secret.

Josiah wanted to come, but I really wanted to be alone with Maya. I didn't let him know that my family actually owned the cabin. I told him I had to be respectful to the people who owned it and could only have one guest. Poor guy didn't take the news well.

But, nonetheless, Maya and I packed our things and headed up to the San Bernardino Mountains.

Patrick agreed to look after Sasha, and make sure she wouldn't be let out of her cage. The two of them were really getting tight, and I couldn't tell if it was platonic or something more.

Chapter Seventeen

Maya and I headed to the mountains on Friday afternoon. There was almost no traffic, and I knew this was going to be a very special weekend. The higher we got the more snow we could see on the side of the road. I knew Running Springs would have lots of good snow even though the sun was out. It takes a few days before the snow melts and as far as I was concerned it’s better when there is sun.

When we got to the cabin I gave Maya the tour of the place. I showed her the downstairs which consisted of two bedrooms a living room and a kitchen.  Then I gave her the upstairs tour that just consisted of a gigantic bedroom with a bathroom.

“So, this is my room when I stay here,” I said.

“Where’s my room?” she asked, innocently.

“You can sleep on the floor if you’re good,” I said, teasingly.

“And if I’m bad?”

“Then you can sleep on the bed with me.” I crossed my fingers and closed my eyes. “Please be bad! Please be bad!” Maya smacked my arm and I winked at her.

“Does this place have cable?” she asked.

“Yeah, sort of. It has the Dish Network so when it snows it runs into problems.”

“Well it's not snowing anymore this weekend, so it should be fine.”

I looked at Maya and asked, “So, you came up to a cabin that is covered in snow and you’re hoping to watch TV?”

“What do you want to do?” Maya asked.

I sat on my bed and took off my shoes.  They were wet from the snow outside. “Well, first I’m going to put on a couple pair of socks and then I thought we could cook dinner together, and who knows… maybe have some wine. We really haven't had a night like this since our first date.”

Maya nodded. “Remember, you’re the one who likes to come over to my house and hang out with my family.”

“So what are you saying?” I asked, pretending to be hurt.

“I'm saying that,” Maya hesitated before speaking. “I'm saying that… I have wanted some alone time with you, too, for quite some time.”

I looked up at her standing over me.  “Come here,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist. I hugged her and rested my head in her stomach.  She put her hands around my head and massaged my scalp. “Well, we’re here now.”

“I know, she said. “What are we to do?”

  “First, I said. “We should go downstairs.”

I got up and led her to the living room and we sat on the couch. She looked exquisite; she seemed to be more beautiful each day I’ve known her.  I got up and put on some music on the stereo. I found a station that played slow songs.

I walked over to the lights and turned them off. I then walked around the living room and began lighting every candle. This was a major Don Juan move, and normally this was my ace in the hole to get laid. But tonight, this maneuver was different. I was going to take whatever came my way, do whatever felt natural. I have had plenty of sex in my time, and tonight was not going to be about that. If it comes to that... then hot damn, but my first intention is to show her I'm all about her tonight.

The entire living room was lit with candles. I walked over, and took Maya by the hand. I brought her to the middle of the living room floor. It was nice not having a 2000 pound cage in the middle of a house.

I knew that tomorrow’s first full moon was going to cause all types of new conversations between Maya and me. I wanted tonight to be as normal as it could be. I have never been a romantic, and this kind of thing was only in my arsenal as a way to a means. But tonight, it was coming from my heart.

The stereo played Dan Hill’s “I want to hold you till I die.”

“I love this song, she said. I pulled her close to me and we began slow dancing.  We swayed our bodies and pressed up against each other. Maya looked up at me and said, “I feel so safe with you.”

“You should,” I smiled. “I'm one badass motherfucker.”

“No, I'm being serious.”

I looked down at this phenomenal woman and smiled, “I know you are. I know this isn't going to make much sense, but I feel safe with you, too.

“It makes perfect sense,” she said, holding me tighter. “We have something beyond this room, beyond this mountain.  We have found each other, Tommy.” Maya paused and then smiled, shyly. “I'm sorry.”

“For what?”

“For assuming.”

“For assuming what?” I said, indignantly.

Maya's eyes began to water up as the music played behind her. “I'm sorry for assuming that you might think about me as much as I think about you.”

Tears began rolling down her face and I wiped them off. I looked deep into her eyes. “Maya, in such a short time, you have become my ‘everything’. I think about you, and yearn to be with you every waking moment. What you need to understand is that this isn't what I'm usually about. I have never had a serious girlfriend, or thought for one second that anyone, yet alone a female, could understand my very being as you. You see things in me I haven't even discovered about myself. Each moment I'm with you, surpasses the previous one.  When it comes to you, all bets are off.  I throw out every inhibition I ever had have, and I just let you see me.” Maya looked up at me in a way no person ever has.  She looked at me in a way I wouldn’t even dare to dream. “Maya,” I said.

“Yes, Tommy.”

For the first time in my life, I am about to utter these words out loud.  “Maya, I love you.”

Maya exhaled deeply and said, “I love you too, Tommy.”

Maya hugged me tightly, and we slow danced a little longer holding, loving and kissing each other. Song after song, we just held our bodies close. This was an intimacy had not yet experienced. This was a closeness that I didn't know could exist.  Time was waning and I asked Maya if she like to go up to my bedroom. She nodded her head, and I led her up the stairs into my room.

My bedroom was simple considering I only spent a few days out of the year here. We lied on the bed next to one another and continued kissing. I had never felt this way before. For the first time in my life, I was sharing passion with a woman, and sex was the last thing on my mind. I wanted to consume her. I wanted to inhale her essence and exhale her being.

“Tommy?” Maya said.

“Yes,” I answered.

“I’m not ready.”

I knew what she meant and it was okay with me. “It’s okay, Maya.  All I want is to be with you,” I meant every word I said We continued to kiss and cuddle and eventually we fell asleep in each other's arms. It was the most perfect night I had ever shared with a woman.

Chapter Eighteen

The next day we got up early and went to breakfast in a quaint little cafe along the highway. It catered to locals, and had an atmosphere that was about as enchanting as a place could be.

Maya and I talked and shared every detail about our lives. I told her every bit about me, except the whole paranormal thing. Tonight, there would be a full moon; I was anticipating some weird shit happening again. My hearing was already off the charts when there wasn’t a full moon, but I’ve been ignoring it. Tonight however, she'll be there to witness whatever happens to me for herself. Hopefully, then I can properly explain what I know, and that isn't a whole lot.

We left breakfast and went back to the cabin around ten in the morning. We decided to bundle up and go outside and make a snowman and do some sledding.  We rolled snowballs as big as we could, but they weren’t even close to the humungous ones you see on TV, when they make a snowman on some Christmas special. 
Who knew making a snowman was a science.

When we were done, we did a little bit of sledding on the driveway. That ended up being a sad display, just as well.  We eventually went inside to get cleaned up and put on a change of clothes. I had gone into the shower first, and I put on a warm set of clothes and went downstairs and wrapped a couple of blankets on the couch.

Maya took her shower and came down about a half hour later. “So what’s on the agenda, mountain man?”

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