“I dare you.”

“I’m not doing it.” The pack, minus Derek, groaned at my protests. In a clean and innocent game of Truth or Dare, things had gone sour. At least for me. I was dared to slap my boyfriends ass. He was out at the moment, picking up some groceries. He was all for being playful and intimate when we were alone, but in front of others it was the exact opposite. He was cold, and very closed off, which I was okay with it, because when we were alone, he couldn’t keep his hands off of me. It wasn’t in a sexual way, but in a soft, romantic way. His hands were always with mine, and playing with my hair. I was constantly on his lap and he was always hugging me from behind. He kissed every part of my face that he could reach.

The door to the loft open and in came the man himself. He was carrying a couple bags filled with the stereotypical grocery items. He glanced briefly at us, a smile twitching on his face when his eyes landed on me, before heading towards the kitchen. I looked at the hopeful faces around me and decided that this is the time. The deed just had to be done.

I followed him, nervous of course. He noticed my it, supernatural hearing and all. He turned around, narrowing his eyes at me and I smiled childishly at him. He shook his head and went back to unbagging the bread.

And then a slapping noise rang out throughout the apartment, louder than I thought it was going to be. My hand was still on his ass as he whipped around and grabbed it and growled.

“Everyone else. Out. Now.”