Chapter 25: Chapter 25

"Are you shy?" Chris asked teasing Isabelle intentionally.

"Stop." She muttered into his chest making Chris laugh again.

"Laugh one more time and I'm not talking to you again." Isabelle threatened.

"But you just look so..." Chris couldn't complete his sentence once he looked at his mate's blushing face before he threw himself into a fit of laughter.

He actually thought she was joking. She pushed his chest away getting up on her feet. She clutched her phone to her body and walked to her purse.

She grabbed her sandals and turned around to glare at Chris who was still laughing.

She humphed and walked out of the tent. To hell with him and his beautiful tent. What was so funny? That was too embarrassing.

She bent down and wore her white sandals before she turned her head and glared at the bright tent right behind her.

He didn't even come after her. Maybe, just maybe she would have accepted his apology. But where was he? Laughing at her pathetic self.

She snorted and turned her head only to meet with Chris's face making her jump back in surprise as she placed her hand in her chest in fear.

She dropped her hand from her chest and glared at him taking a step back before she felt she was falling. She frantically grabbed for something but all she could grab unto was air before she felt her hand grip fabric.

"Woah! Easy there." Chris said holding her waist so she wouldn't fall on her butt.

Her hand was clutching his shirt tightly while her other hand was on his chest with his hands on her waist and the other on her... chest!

She pushed him away almost immediately with Chris looking at his hand and then her breast before he glowed in embarrassment.

She crossed her arm over her chest before she ran back into the tent not looking back once at Chris.

She sat in there rethinking the moment just now. How could that have happened?! What kind of luck was that?!

She was even running away from this tent and now it was the only protection she could find.

She turned her face to the entrance before she ran to it and zipped it up in both anger and embarrassment.

Hold on, where was Chris?

"Belle?" Chris called making her look up.

She chose not to answer even though she could see his silhouette right outside the tent's entrance.

"Belle? It looks like it's going to rain." He said again and then as if on cue, thunder clapped in the sky.

There was a lightning and then another thunderous clap of thunder.

"Belle... I'm sorry alright? I'm sorry for laughing at you." He said solemnly.

"You promise not to laugh next time?" She asked. As soon as she said the sentence, rain poured from the sky.

"I do." Chris said unaffected by the rain.

Isabelle sighed and walked to the entrance opening the zip and Chris let himself in.

"Oh Goddess... That was so cold." He shivered rubbing his arm.

"Oh my God! You're wet." Isabelle said and knelt down beside him.

Chris took the opportunity and pulled her into his arm. Isabelle tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge.

"You're so warm." She heard making her stop trying to wiggle her way out of his arm.

Seeing she had stopped, Chris pulled her more tightly into his arm. Isabelle slowly pulled her arm up and hugged him back.

"I'm sorry Belle." He said.

"Shh... You're cold. Just keep quiet and take in my warmth." She said tapping his back.

"But what if you get cold? And then we're both cold?" Chris asked.

"We'll find something to do then." She replied simply. It was after all her fault he was wet. But it was his in a way as well. Had it been he had listened...

Her thought was paused when she sneezed out suddenly.

"That was fast." Chris said chuckling.

"Ouch! My throat." She groaned rubbing her throat.

"Let me look at that." Chris said pulling her away from the hug to look at her throat.

He leaned in and placed a kiss on it making Isabelle shiver. Whether the shiver was from the kiss or from the cold, Chris had no idea.

But Isabelle knew. She knew the shiver was from the kiss.

"Okay, now we're both cold. What do we do?" She asked looking down at her cloth where there was a wet patch making the cloth somehow see through.

She could now vividly see her red lacy lingerie that had matched her panties that Dolores had forced her to wear claiming there would be romance that night. There was romance, she was right about it but not the one involving taking off their clothes.

Chris didn't have to know her bra matched her pants did he? So she cleared her throat and looked elsewhere.

"Umm... I know a way but you might not agree with it." Chris muttered.

Isabelle turned her head to him wide eyed to see he was looking down at her chest. Her chest indeed looked inviting since it left enough breast out of the brassiere. She immediately cleared her throat loudly making Chris break his gaze away blushing in embarrassment.

She would laugh at his pink face if the matter didn't concern her. But it did!

"What's the way?" She asked.

"We strip." Chris replied shrugging.

"I mean how... wait what?" Isabelle asked eyes as wide as saucers.

"I meant to say I'll strip. Just my upper body. My body is warm enough for both of us." Chris replied gesturing to his wet cloth.

"I mean that could work but... what of your... pant? Won't it be wet?" Isabelle asked pointing at the fabric that clung to his body.

"Aw... do you want it off me? Just say it and I'll take it off." Chris teased making Isabelle glare at him.

"Chris." She said sternly and almost immediately, Chris snapped his mouth shut.

"I'll turn around, you can then do whatever you want to do." Isabelle said and without waiting for his response, she turned around.

The wet patch was now making her own body cold but she said nothing about it. She just hoped she wouldn't sneeze and give herself away.

Spoke too soon. She sneezed out loud closing her eyes as her phone flew out of her hand.

"You're cold." She heard Chris's voice making her open her eyes to deny it until the scene in front of her made her gulp really hard on her own spit as she drank in his figure.

Even though it was only his muscles and toned shoulder she could see, it was still enough for her to freeze. Her eyes traveled down to his chest that looked so fine oblivious of any chest hairs.

Good, she hated it anyways. What was she doing?

Her involuntarily looked further down to his abs making her almost faint. There was a toned, chiseled and obvious eight packs on each side. She suddenly felt the urge to run her hand down the abs but she held in her urge and her eyes traveled further down.

His abs ended in a v-line that disappeared into his pants. She tried her best not to look at his pants or even think of what might be at the end of the v-line she was looking at but her mind betrayed her.

She shook her head and closed her eyes only go be imagining nonsense in her head.

"Get out." She muttered.

"Into the rain?" Chris asked making her eyes snap open to his confused face.

"Huh?" She asked.

"You just asked me to get out." Chris said again.

"No! No... I umm didn't say that. That wasn't..." She was cut off once again but her sneeze.

"You're really cold." Chris muttered eyeing the wet patch on her chest.

"I'll be..." She was cut off yet again by another sneeze. "...not fine." She concluded sniffing.

"I can see that now. I think you might have to... get rid of your wet cloth." Chris muttered blushing.

"What?" She asked since she didn't hear all what he just squeezed together.

"I said... you might have to get rid of your clothes. I would have said your top but you're putting on a gown." Chris muttered the last sentence to himself.

"Ugh!" Isabelle groaned before it she sneezed again.

She turned around raising her hair up exposing her zip. Chris watched I'm confusion before Isabelle talked.

"I can't reach the zipper on my own." She muttered looking down at her own dress that was on her laps.

"Oh." Was all Chris said since he felt his throat tightening up as he gulped on his own spit almost choked.

He shakily reached up and grabbed the zipper. He pulled down the zipper after a while exposing Isabelle's fair back. Her red lacy bra complimented her skin so much he felt like just trailing wet kissed down her back.

"Could you umm speed it up? The cold is hitting my back." Isabelle muttered making him snap out of his thoughts as he pulled the zipper down completely before he paused on seeing her pants.

"Wow." was all he said making Isabelle turn her head to him in confusion.

"What?" She asked.

"Your bra and pant... are a set." He stated simply.

"Your sister made me wear it." Isabelle replied rolling eyes as she pulled her legs which was tucked away under her laps to pull down the dress.

Once she was done, she made no move to move away or perhaps change hee position.

"Come here." Chris called and pulled her into his embrace her back against his chest.

Isabelle blushed on the proximity of these body... their bare bodies!

"Belle?" He called.

"Hm?"

"I love you." He said making her turn her head in surprise.

"I-I love you too." She replied resting her back on his chest fully. She squirmed a little until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Why do you keep moving?" He asked.

"Sorry, your trousers is kinda uncomfortable to sit on since it's wet." Isabelle replied with a low voice.

"So you want me to put off my pants?" Chris asked teasingly.

"Chris take off your pants." She said making Chris freeze. That was very bold of her. He was hoping to drag it out longer but she already said it.

"Oh? Hold on." She heard making her move her body off his chest and then she heard shuffling.

She felt herself being picked up and placed on his bare laps which was more comfortable.

"More comfortable?" Chris asked.

"Hmm. Are you sure you won't be cold?" She asked.

"I'll be fine. Sleep?" Chris asked.

"Hmm."

Chris laid down on the blanket with his head on the pillow before he tapped the space beside him.

Isabelle blushed and sluggishly moved to put her small figure into Chris's embrace.

She turned so she was facing Chris while Chris looked at her face before he smiled reminiscing the night.

"Hold on. What were you planning on doing tonight? Just sleep?" Isabelle asked curiously.

"No. I wanted us to have some deserts and wind, probably watch rom-com movies together till we finally fall asleep. But it looks like the weather had other plans for us." Chris replied shrugging.

"Oh? What deserts did you want to bring?" She asked.

"Some apple ciders, Cinnamon rolls, Cheesecakes, Baklava, Pumpkin pie, Apple pie, Cannoli, Lemon Pie, Apple cobbler, Strawberry shortcake, Banana split, Molten Lava cake. I even had them bring giant chocolate chip cookies. And then we'd have some wine with it whole she watched the movie." He finished.

"That's some really great plan. Don't worry, it'll come in handy next time." She replied patting his biceps.

"I guess so... Hold on, there's a next time?" He asked looking down at Isabelle whose eyes was already closed.

"Hm." She replied and soon her soft snores filled the room making Chris smile as he leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead.

He turned his head to see a blanket not too far away from him. He stood up slowly and walked to it taking it off the ground.

It seemed thick enough. He placed it over Isabelle's body and he laid beside her under the duvet as he gathered her body into his embrace closing his eyes to sleep as well.

Isabelle had no idea who fell asleep first but all she knew was they were safe in each other's embrace and love.

Chris opened his eyes first the following morning and looked around his surrounding registering it. The memories of yesterday came to him quickly as he looked at his mate that was still in his embrace.

The blanket that he had found was covering her body to her shoulders making only her face visible to Chris.

Her head was still on his outstretched arm that served as her pillow while peacefully and beautifully slept.

She stirred licking her lips before she pouted before she continued her sleep.

Chris gulped hard on his saliva once again. Was she trying to punish him? Early this morning?

Her arm was wrapped tightly around his torso with her face not so far from his face but he wanted more. That wasn't enough proximity for him.

He gently moved her and then himself so she was on top of him while she slept. Isabelle who was oblivious let herself be carried before she felt her body being placed on something warm.

She furrowed her brows in confusion. Why carry her if the person was going to drop her back where she had been carried from?

She fluttered her eyelashes opening her eyes little by little as she adjusted to the bright morning.

She looked down at the white skin before her. Hold on, where was she? She turned her head around the tent to see her surrounding till her brain told her where she was.

She looked down back at the chest before she connected it to a head.

"Hi." Chris greeted grinning.

"Hey. What time is it?" She groggily asked lying her head back down.

"It's... hold on." He said as he reached for her phone that had flew out of her hand when she sneezed the night before.

"Oh... okay. It's past 9. 20 minutes past 9." Chris replied dropping the phone back

"That's late isn't it?" She asked.

"Sleep more if you want to." Chris replied.

"Don't you have work today?" She asked instead resting her chin on his chest to look into his deep blue eyes.

"Unfortunately, I do." Chris replied quietly.

"Then we should get up." Isabelle mumbled.

"Do you wanna get up?"

"No." She replied quietly and truthfully.

"Then let's not go just yet. Let's rest up a bit more and enjoy this moment."

"Hmm... What, no? Get up." Isabelle yelled standing up. Her body came into view with nothing more than her lingerie covering her body.

She felt the cold air hit her body as she looked down at it before she screamed out and immediately pulled the blanket off Chris and into her body before she turned around her face and body almost tye same shade of her lingerie.

"Oh God." She mumbled cupping her face once she has securely tightened the towel around her body.

"I'll... umm... be outside." He started clearing his throat before he continued. "When you're done, you should call for me." He said and walked out taking a pillow with him.

"Hold on." Isabelle said grabbing the pillow when he has reached the front of the entrance.

"You... don't have to go outside. Just stand right there. Stay there." She said moving to where her dress was lying.

"Do not turn around and I'll get my dress. Just stay right there. Freeze." She turned her head to see Chris looking at the zipper before she turned her head and dropped the blanket immediately.

She took her dress off the ground and fumbled with it for a while looking for the body, front and back of the dress.

She finally found it all while Chris kept staring at the zipper.

"Could you be fast with it? I think Antonio is coming." He said over his shoulder once he heard silent footsteps that only belonged to his Beta.

"What?! Mind link him or something. If he comes barging in here, I'll fry you Chris." She threatened pushing the dress down so she could put her legs into it from the neck.

"How do you plan on doing that?" Chris asked turning around.

"I told you not to turn around!" She yelled sitting down to at least cover some part of her dignity.

Oh please someone just bury her right now?

"Oh right sorry." He mumbled and turned around mind linking Antonio not to come near their tent.

"And I plan on doing that by dipping you in really really hot oil. I'm talking 360 degrees hot." She said sternly.

"Nah... It still can't kill me. Werewolves don't die. Only certain things can kill us." He replied shrugging.

"Yeah?" She asked near his ears making him jump.

"When did you get behind me?"

"Just now? While you were boasting abound you... Hold on, how old are you?" She questioned.

"Me? I'm like... Do you need help with your zipper?"

"Yes please." She said and finally gave up struggling to open the zip as she packed her hair into her hands giving Chris yet another full view of her fair back making him gulp once more.

He again shakily pulled her zipper up and he was done soon. He walked to his own clothes without a word and soon pulled it on.

Isabelle walked out in her dress grabbing her purse, phone and Sandals and sat by a slightly wet platform at the entrance of the tent.

She wore her sandals first before she pulled out her phone from her purse. She opened the gallery app before she remembered they only took just one picture.

She pursed her lips and opened the fine picture. It was a picture from last night where her lips was pressed to Chris's own while the shot was taken. She smiled giddily at the picture feeling butterflies flying around her stomach.

She set the picture as her home screen wallpaper before she continued scrolling through her pictures pausing whenever she saw Chris in it.

Oh God! She was really head over heels for this guy.

She was so engrossed in her picture or should I say, Chris that she didn't notice the real one coming out of the tent fully dressed as he zipped up the tent.

He pursed his lips and looked down at the girl smiling at her pictures. He finally opened his mouth to as her the question that had been on his mind since the day before.

"Say, Belle do you wanna be my Luna?" Chris asked making Isabelle freeze as she looked up from the picture of him that she was looking at the time.