[Hannah]
I followed him down the short hallway off the kitchen, next to the refrigerator. He stopped in front of a dark wooden door identical to all the others in the house. He turned, kissed me then smiled, and opened the door with a flourish.
"Madam," he said jokingly. I smiled, and then actually looked at our bedroom. I gasped.
"Oh Seth," I breathed out quietly. The walls were a Caribbean-style blue. The bed linens were a stark, clean white, with blue pillows that exactly matched the blue of the walls. There was a rattan chair with a white cushion on it in one corner, and a reading lamp beside it. On the wall at the foot of the bed was a 40 inch Plasma T.V. screen. Now I really was suspicious at how he bought all this stuff. "I still have no idea how you can afford this."
"Don't worry about it, just tell me you like it," he said wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I just nodded. "The guys all pitched in for the T.V. They knew we might me kind of bored in bed for a while." I shook my head and punched him lightly, not wanting to hurt myself, in the stomach.
"That's your fault," I said, still looking around the room. "I think I'm gonna cry, really I do." I sat down in the chair in the corner and turned on the light. "I can't believe they all pitched in for that, it's so sweet. And so unlike some of them. A.k.a. Paul." Seth walked over to the espresso stained armoire and ran his hand across the top of it, his skin a perfect contrast to it.
"You know he really does like you," he said, looking at me reflected in the mirror above the armoire. I shrugged. "He just doesn't know how to talk to you like the other guys do." I ignored him and stood up opening a door I figured to be a closet. To my surprise, it was a bathroom. A big bathroom.
"Oh wow," I said, looking at the walls that were painted green and brown shower tiles to match. They looked expensive. I chewed on the inside of my mouth, worrying. It all looked so expensive. I opened another door and found the closet, a small walk-in one.
Seth was gone when I came out. "Seth?" I called out. I walked into the hallway and he was standing in front of another door, talking on the cordless phone. He held up a finger to me, telling me to wait. I leaned against the doorframe as he continued talking. He let out a big sigh.
"Okay I'll be there in a minute," he said, brusquely. "No it's okay, she'll understand." My stomach sunk.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He placed the phone back in its cradle and came over to me. HE ran a warm hand over my cheekbone. I shivered a little, and he grinned.
"I have to go, Sam needs to tell me something, in person," he said. I raised my eyebrows. He shrugged and said, "I have no idea, but I'll be back as soon as I can. Watch T.V. or explore the house some more." He grinned bigger so I did too. He kissed me on the forehead then on the lips. I lunged into him, taking what I could get, and he laughed. I did too. In a second we were both cracking up. He kissed me again softer, and said, "I love you."
"Love you too." I walked him to the front door and he ran out to the edge of where our grass ended and the forest started. He turned, smiled and waved before taking off into the forest. I smiled staring at the spot where he had disappeared for a minute longer before closing the door and going back to our room. I walked in then walked back out, restless. I opened the door next to our room and found a spare bedroom where Seth's computer desk was. My old treadmill was in there too. I had been complaining that I had no where to put it and wanted to get back in shape. Need to be able to keep up with my werewolves after all. I snorted. Yeah, like I would ever be able to keep up with any of them. I closed the door and moved on to the next one. It was painted pure white and nothing in there except for some paint cans, ladder and a drop cloth. I laughed and picked up the can of paint that was splattered with the blue from our room, and a brush and walked back through the house. I slipped on my shoes and walked outside, around our little jungle, out to the end of the road. I checked the numbers on the metal mailbox and they matched the wrought iron ones nailed to the porch post. 714, I thought, that's my house! Our house, mine and Seth's! I pried the lid opened and dipped the brush into the paint and started painting the mail box. I left the numbers showing but everything else was saturated in blue. I wonder if we even get mail up here. Who cares, it looks pretty. I heard a little rustling behind me and I spun around. Nothing. I shrugged and picked up the paint can from off the ground and jammed the lid back on. I stood up and hands wrapped around my eyes. I shrieked. Seth's rumbly laugh filled the forest.
"It's not funny you scared me!" I said indignantly. I flung the paint off the paint brush at him and he stopped laughing abruptly. I smirked at him.
"You're dead," he said in a monotone. I screamed and dropped the paint can and brush and ran back up the driveway. I ran as fast as I could but him being a werewolf, I had just made it past the lilac bush when he grabbed me around the waist and flung me onto the grass playfully. I squirmed as he held the paint brush over me, a big drop of paint hanging off the edge.
"No please, please no, I'm sorry," I screamed between laughing. He was laughing so hard too. Just before it dropped, he flung the brush into the grass and scooped me up. He kissed me then, passionately. My eyes were still open in surprise. I let them slide close and relish in Seth, my body melted up against his. He set me on the railing of the front porch and kissed me more, one hand on my back, seeming to keep me from falling, and the other in my hair, lost in it, blue paint getting rubbed off in it. His hands grasped my back and lifted me off the railing and carried me inside. I thought we were going for the couch but when he sat me down, and pulled his T-shirt off I saw the calming blue paint of our room before I closed my eyes again…