Angeline POV

He stayed the rest of the day. No body walked in, no body called. It was peaceful, there was a lot of flirting, a lot of learning into one another's life, without google. Because as it turned out, he was just as guilty of investigating me as I was him.

We drank the rest of that Jack Daniels bottle; it did nothing for either of us but who cares anyway. He told me about his pack, Werewolves and banshees and humans and lizards, oh my. He was quiet and serious and charming. He wouldn't smile, but I didn't blame him, I also didn't mind. At first that constant frown emblazoned on his face was unnerving and made me a little sad. But halfway through the day, the frown seemed more like a smile, it was more endearing than not.

He stuck around till 11, distracting me while I attempted to close up shop. That final 'scene' between us kept replaying in my mind:

I was trying to wipe down the counter again. Derek was leaning over it, getting in my face. "Will you please move your fat butt over so that I can scrub the counter?"

He leaned even closer, "Are you going to keep insulting me?"

I held in an aggravated sigh, "Are you going to continue answering my questions with your own forever?"

"Do you honestly think that the two of us will really know each other forever?" Derek held a skeptical expression; to be honest it was slightly hurtful. Though it was badly applied on my part. This is a first date, if you can even call it that, a first date. Then why does it feel like a fiftieth?

Knowing that thoughts like that would scare off even the sweetest and most first-date-committed guys. So, with a withdrawn sigh, I replied, "I doubt it. But it's always fun to speculate."

I looked him in the eye, witnessing a brief flash of hurt behind his green orbs. "Only time will tell"

I pursed my lips and looked away, leaning past his face and whispering soft and almost silently in his ear. I smiled as my lips brushed his skin and hair, "I'm running outta time."

Supernatural ears heard his breath hitch in his throat, "Stop running, then." Hot breath fanned stray hairs away from my ears, despite the heat of his carbon dioxide air, chills shrilled up my spine and goosebumps spread like a virus. I chuckled at him to cover it up though, "It's werewolf instinct, baby, werewolf instinct."

I felt the hair on the side of his head prickle, "Werewolf instinct is to stop running when you're safe."

"And?" I took a shaky breath, turning my head just slightly so that our cheeks brushed. "And, I would say that your pretty safe right now", was his husky reply.

I turned my head, nose trailing along his cheekbone. His pale pupils stared down at me, piercing the cloud of security shielding my eyes. Without word I reached up, gripping the nape of his neck and pulling him forwards. Derek tilted his head as his lips captured mine.

It was sweet at first, his lips tasted like rain: clean and refreshing. He pushed forwards, placing his hands on my waist, just below my last rib. Derek pulled up, lifting me onto the counter. I broke away for a moment to swing my legs over, feet kicking - and successfully launching – a stand of napkins. With a laugh I looked back at him.

I put my hands on the back of his neck, pulling him back down and kissing him fiercely. Derek pulled my legs away, standing between them, and in response I hooked my ankles together, inner knees resting on his hips. He growled primitively, hands on my hips, tugging me as close as he possibly could. As much as I didn't want to, I pulled away. My lungs were strong, but not that strong, even with an added werewolf bonus.

I looked up, both of us were breathless. I slid my hands from his neck down his shoulders so that they rested on each side of his well-defined chest. I hung my cranium, huffing and resting the crown of my head on his upper chest. I slightly breathless laugh escaped my lips as Derek's hands slid down from off my hips and onto the sides of my very, very upper thighs. I picked my head up and looked him in the eyes and allowed my hands to trail down his torso, tracing and outlining every muscle and ab on his person.

His eyes were trailing my too, analyzing every one of my features. Facial and non-facial, I blushed slightly when his gaze trained itself on my face again. Derek was still wearing his now-assumed trademark frown, which was dejecting to say the least. I attempted to keep it off my face, whether I had succeeded was another matter.

I didn't want to say anything; I wouldn't know what to say anyways. But my jaw loosened on its own, lips controlling themselves, "So….."

Derek looked at me; I noticed that it was for the first time since we'd stopped. "So?" He said it like I was a child asking a question to which the answer was standing blatantly in front of my face.

"So, this is the point where we lose one of our best customers because it's really awkward to eat here now? Because if that's the case, because it probably is, don't worry it's happened before. Not the whole heatedly making out on the counter of the place I work at thing. No that's new; I really honestly don't do that. No, but I have had a time where I get really close with a guy in like, a day, and then I kiss them and then we ignore one another every time we pass by in Walmart." I closed my mouth to prevent the further rambling. Derek looked down his nose at me, seeing as even when I was sitting up on a counter I was still considerably shorter than him.

I shuddered a bit and swung my legs back over, landing roughly on the mat. Scrubbing the spot where I'd been sitting with the no longer Pledge-soaked rag beside the register. My nerves were beginning to get the best of me – despite myself – because Derek still hadn't spoken. Maybe I was over reacting, it was a stupid kiss. You've kissed guys before, what's the deal with this one? You know that that wasn't just a kiss, and this is definitely not just some guy. I knew that my inner thoughts were dead right, but this was not the time to listen to it, or the time to think about what made Derek so different.

I didn't even realize that he was talking to me. Or that I had gone into hyper speed, cleaning things and packing them into their rightful place, shutting off lights and locking doors. Or that I had crossed the room, piling all of my things into my bag and tossing it over my shoulder.

"–eline?" I looked up at Derek, who had broken my out of my trance. He had a hand on my elbow, fingers in a firm but gentle grip. His face was expressionless, but his eyes reflected concern.

We were standing by the door, the place was silent, and the only lights that came in were from the crescent moon that decided to shine in a grey-blue luminescent. If I weren't already caught off guard, what he said next shut me up completely. "I'm not going anywhere." My breathing screeched to a grinding halt, unbalanced heart skipping more than one beat.

He slipped an arm around my waist, left hand clutching my right waist. He pulled me closer and placed another kiss on my lips, not like the first, it was softer, sweeter. If I didn't want to ruin the fragile moment the situation had created, I would've laughed at the feeling I had. Calm, security, safety. I still felt safe. And I could stop running.

He left another five minutes after that. I had gone home too, swerving once or twice because my mind was completely preoccupied. I looked out the windows after I'd arrived back home, trying to pull myself back together. Lying down on top of the white comforter, I thought, that seemed to be my favorite thing to do lately, think. Things were going a million miles an hour. Four days ago, I was just serving the attractive brooding stranger in the back of my work section. Two days ago, I flirted and slipped him my cell number. This morning I admitted that I was an omega. All day long, I flirted and connected with someone I doubted I actually had any future chance with. Two hours ago I had a heated kiss. One hour and 45 minutes ago he promised he was going to stick around for an actual relationship.

And I am on Cloud 9

3rd Person POV

Derek didn't know what he was doing. He wasn't in control of his own mind, and he it was driving him batty. He never does that; connect with any person on a personal level in a single day. He doesn't even speak that much on any normal day, to anyone. He was mean, tough and disconnected to his heart's content. And today it was like it was all gone, as if the fire never happened, his uncle was not a murderous fiend, he wasn't damaged. But then again he knew from the first day he went into the Daily DeVille Café that that girl was something different.

Kissing her like that hadn't been part of the plan. It had spooked him how much emotion he'd shown when they had. He suspected that the reason that Angeline had freaked out was similar. Or it could have been the fact that she thought he was going to walk away and ignore her like she was nothing. Derek may be rude and stoic, but he wasn't unruly and a jerk when it comes to romantic relationships. To be honest, he was both afraid and ecstatic about the person she makes him.

He knew that the betas would smell her on him, bombarding him even more about having a secret girlfriend. Lydia still purses her lips and squints at him whenever he looks at his phone; she still tries to read over his shoulder. The entire pack is suspicious, giving him dodgy glances every time he gets in his car without telling someone where he's off to.

Derek frowns when he pulls up, pulling the keys out of the ignition. After checking his phone, he knew it was late, 12:45. Jacksons Porsche and stiles jeep were parked off to the side, meaning the whole pack was here.

Derek shoved his door open, annoyed expression plastered and dried on his handsome mug. "What are you all still doing at my house? I can understand Isaac and Boyd and Erica because they live here, but the rest of you have your own perspective homes to pass out at."

The betas sat in a circle in the living room, distributed amongst the couches and floor. They looked at him with worried eyes. Scott stood against the wall, guilty expression on his face, and Allison curled up in a chair besides him. Derek didn't have to guess what this was about; he growled and glared at Stiles, who sat in his favorite chair. Stiles got up quickly and dropped onto the floor in front of the couch. Derek plopped down into the seat, resting his forehead in his hand. "Alright, I've had enough of the dirty looks, and suspicious whispers when I enter the dang room. Out with it, one at a time."

"What's going on? Are you conspiring or something?" Scott was the first to speak, sounding helpless, as if this was a last resort.

"Again, No, I am not conspiring against you or the pack. This is my first priority, and you all know that." Derek didn't like the fact that he had to use the Alpha Voice on his pack, he really hated it sometimes. But they needed to believe that they came first, because it was the truth.

"Then why won't you just explain why you're being so secretive about this? What is the big secret?" Lydia burst out.

"Honestly what could be such a big deal about whatever his secret", Erica was waving her hands around in frustration.

"We have been waiting for you to say something to ease the tension or something but we have had to just wait, and wait, and wait. So please spit it out", Allison was frustrated as well, it was radiating from across the room.

Derek growled again, and stood up. "You want to know where I've been the past month?" The pack nodded profusely, Stiles opened his mouth to speak. "We have been so curious we literally came up with about twenty scenarios. Most of Lydia's included you getting booty calls from a hooker named Jasmine." Derek's brows furrowed and his not brow hooded eyes zipped to the red headed bombshell. Lydia shrugged leaned further into Jackson's side, arms defensively crossed before her.

"No Jasmine was my idea, Lydia just thought you were hooking up and getting booty calls because you started smiling when you looked at your phone." Erica added in, clearly protective of the idea.

"Yes, but again, who gets booty calls at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Erica?" Allison surprisingly shouted from her spot beside her boyfriend, the feeling sunk in to Derek that they had had the conversation before. He pinched the bridge of his nose and squished his eyes tight, annoyed.

"You all honestly thought I was paying for sex because I was, what, lonely or something?" Derek looked at all of them, they shrugged. He sighed, "I have been going to see a girl who works at a café across town. Only actually went on the first date today, it's why I have been absent of your company for so long. Every day at 3 o'clock I go and sit in her section during her shift. Congratulations to Lydia, you were right in the start. Excuse me for not wanting to inform you all about my personal love life. Now that you know, do me a favor, and stop asking questions. Don't investigate her, if things get serious enough, I'll consider letting you meet her. For now, do not ask me again."

I crossed my arms again, walking away and up the stairs to my bedroom. The day had gone so well, but it may not have been anything a hot shower couldn't fix.