Her Passion 12

Ava's POV:

Do you know how hard it's to be in a car with the one person you want to hate but find it impossible to do so? I doubt it, because if you did, you'd know it's like hell.
I wanted to hate him, I wanted to loathe him after the harsh words he'd said to me when we first met, but I found it impossible to do so. Not only did my wolf beg and plead with me to forgive him and allow us to be drawn, but the more time I spent with him, the more I realised what a nice guy he really was. Not only was he hot, but he was cute, smart, and I hated to admit it, but he was gorgeous! Just looking at him made my eyes moist and I hated it, what right did he have to make me feel this way?

"What're you thinking so hard about?" Ethan asked curiously, bringing me out of my thoughts as I broke my gaze from the car window and looked in his direction.

"Nothing," I breathed, not wanting to admit what I was really thinking about. I didn't need him gloating over his effect on me, I already had enough on my plate without adding to my list of problems.

"You know that I'm really sorry for what I said to you, Ava, I'm so sorry," he admitted, and it sounded painful when he said it. I didn't like it, I didn't like how much he was affecting me!

I couldn't help but purse my lips, and against my better judgement , I looked in his direction, only to see the pained expression on his features as he remembered that day. It didn't suit him to see such a strong person break down.

"I know," I muttered. As much as I wished I could, I couldn't help but forgive him.

It wasn't just what he'd said to me, and although it hurt to remember, I knew he regretted his actions. I mean, I'd heard that he wasn't enjoying my humiliation and pain, but was seemingly distracted, and so the fact that I couldn't blame him continued to gnaw at me.

"You forgive me?" he asked, and the pure hope in his tone made me want to cry. I nodded mutely and stared out the window again before frowning and realising that this wasn't the way to school.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded as I looked in his direction. The sigh on his lips meant that he'd obviously expected things to turn out this way. No shit Sherlock, what do you expect when you kidnap a girl, a bunch of fucking roses!

"I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you wanted to spend the day with me?" He asked, his voice getting quieter and quieter until finally he was just mumbling. Oh, he looks so cute! FUCK!

Why did I keep thinking that about him?

Bad Ava, bad!

"You what?" I asked dumbfounded, what the heck was he playing at?

"Well, um... I thought... that," he stuttered, obviously losing his nerve as his fingers clenched and unclenched around the steering wheel as he made a sharp right turn. See, why did I've to think this was cute now? What the hell was wrong with me?

"This..." I waved it off, struggling to stifle my smile as he continued to stammer and blush slightly. Oh.

"Listen... Shit, okay, you want to go get something to eat with me?" he asked nervously, not looking me in the eye.

I didn't answer right away, but let my decisions run through my head first.

After all, there was no harm in just going out to eat, since it was NOT a date. Just a rouge having lunch with the alpha of the pack, yeah, that doesn't sound so strange...

"Just this once," I said, biting my lip so hard it left a sting as a bright grin formed on his lips, lighting up his already handsome features in a way that I wanted nothing more than to grin with him. The familiar feeling of warmth flooded through me, making me shiver with pleasure as my wolf purred as we pleased our mate. I wanted to scowl, but couldn't bring myself to. The fact that my mate didn't stop grinning as he passed a fancy restaurant didn't help me focus on my so-called hatred for him.

"Here we're," he beamed and was about to open the door before I gently grabbed his wrist and he froze. I tried to ignore the spark as his head swivelled in my direction and his eyes sparkled with emotion.

"Can we, can we go somewhere less..." I said, trying to find a word to describe the restaurant he'd chosen. I frowned as I saw his expression change and nervousness take the place of his excitement. Did he think I was joking? I may be a scoundrel, but I'd never get someone's hopes up like that, only to dash them for fun. That wouldn't be funny.

"Less...?" he asked confused, oh he looked so adorable when he was worried. Just don't ask me how an 18 year old alpha werewolf can look adorable, just don't ask me.

"I'm not good with high standard places;
Can't we go to a place that's a little more plain?" I asked, because I knew there was no way I was going to a place like that. I wasn't like most girls, I didn't like people spending money on me, and I certainly didn't like fancy restaurants or expensive meals. That just wasn't me.

Relieved, I watched as a killer smile replaced his worried expression, his nervousness disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

I couldn't help but notice how good he looked doing it, and I'd to bite my lower lip to keep from saying he should smile more often.

"Sure, what do you think about ice cream?" he asked nervously, and my already small smile grew even wider.

"Ice cream sounds perfect," I grinned, showing my pearly whites as I smiled broadly. Ethan did the same and quickly buckled his seatbelt back on before leaving the parking lot and heading to another destination.

The short drive was quiet but not at all uncomfortable, the radio playing softly until Ethan stopped at a small but nice looking diner. It looked nice; it was the kind of place I'd go to on my own.

"Is this okay?" asked Ethan hopefully as he opened the door for me, the smile not leaving his lips. I'd to shake my head in amusement, the fact that I felt like I was in seventh heaven in his company was giving me a headache.

"It's okay," I said as I got out and grabbed my bag before he closed the door.

As we made our way into the small diner, his large hand found its way to my back and he gingerly moved forward. When he realised that I wasn't going to pull away because he found the sensation pleasurable, he became more confident and applied more pressure while holding me in a way that some would call possessive.

My head was spinning, and while I remained cool and calm on the outside, I was a mess on the inside. Why was I doing this, why was I letting him get so close to me?

I mean, I'd always dreamed of finding my mate, and the way Ethan was acting now was what I'd always wanted my soulmate to be. If it hadn't been for the bad start, I probably would have thrown myself at him by now, but what I couldn't get over was how he'd said it in the first place. It was true, wasn't it? I was a rogue; I wasn't really worth his time, so why was he giving it to me? He couldn't care, could he?