Page 5 of His Mate's Curves

Chapter Four

“I need you to do something for me,” Andreas told his friend on their way to their hunting grounds.

Concerned, Lukas asked, “What do you need?”

“I need you to shoot your shot with Hanalei.”

Immediately in defense mode, he explained, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t like her that way.”

“Lukas, I’m sorry, but I’ve known you for years. You can’t fool me. I know you’re interested in her. I need a chance with Darya, and the only way she’s going to leave us alone is if she has someone else to focus on. She’s only been looking at me since she got into this pack. Give her a chance to look at you, and I know she’ll like you. You’re amazing. I just want you to go for it. It’s best for all of us.”

He put his head down, not making eye contact with him. Lukas was embarrassed that Andreas had figured out his little crush. He wasn’t sure if he should really make a move on her. It seemed insensitive to make a move on someone who was in love with his best friend. She’s loved Andreas for so long, while Lukas watched on the sidelines, it seemed far-fetched to think she’d be interested in him. But maybe if she knew how he felt, she would fall for him.

“I can talk to her, I guess.”

Andreas raised his eyebrows at him, “You need to tell her how you feel. If not for me, for you. She needs to know, and you need to get it out. If she doesn’t like you, then you’ll know. It’s good for everyone if you just tell her the truth.”

“You’re right. I’ll tell her how I feel.”

Andreas rammed into his side, pushing him over. Lukas’s eyes darted over to him. He was angry until he saw the smile on his face. Then, he pushed him back, both of them giggling. They playfully raced to their hunting grounds, preparing for their hunt.

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“Mom! Tonight’s the night. What do I wear? You think maybe a dress? I feel like a dress would be appropriate.”

“Yes, Darya,” Lydia called out to her, “Wear one of your nice dresses. Did he tell you where he’s taking you?”

“No, he hasn’t told me yet, but I’m sure it’ll be fun. It’s with Andreas, so who cares where we go. I know I’ll have fun.”

“I’m glad to see you in high spirits. He better treat you well, but I’m not worried about you. You’ll tell him if he’s not,” Lydia explained as she came into the room.

Darya was looking through her many dresses, trying to find the perfect one for her date that evening. She and her mother eventually decided on a gorgeous light pink dress, short and patterned with small gray dots. It looked amazing on her, accentuating her waist with its tight midsection. The sweetheart neckline did wonders for her collarbones; her breasts clung tightly to the fabric. She was proud of her body and the way it looked in her dress. It gave her an abundance of confidence, not that she needed it.

A knock at the door of their small home came crashing through her room. Her heart fluttered at the idea of him finally being here, finally having their first date. It was all so magical. She was ecstatic, to say the least.

“Darya!” her mother called from downstairs.

“Coming!” she cried back.

She looked at herself in the mirror one last time before leaving to spend the night with the love of her life. She admired her large eyes, as they were one of her favorite features. Staring at them in the mirror, she turned her head sideways, giving herself a small smile before heading downstairs.

“There she is!” he called up to her, “There’s the girl I’ve been looking for! You look absolutely radiant. You’re glowing!”

Darya played into it, acting extremely dramatic as she pranced down the stairs, “Well, here I am. Were you waiting for me this whole time?!”

Without a moment to think, he answered, “I would wait a thousand years for you to walk down those stairs in that.”

“Mom’s still here! I’ll let you two go out and have fun,” she smiled at her daughter, “Can’t say bring her home before midnight because she’s an adult, but if you care, you’ll have her home before then, please.”

He nodded at her as he opened the door for Darya to step out with him. He drove a decent car, a small blue sedan that he helped her get into. Andreas was a perfect gentleman.

“Where are we off to tonight?” she asked.

“Our first stop is an ice cream parlor. I know it’s your favorite human treat.” She squinted at him, smiling, “How did you know that? I never told you that.” “Your mother can be quite helpful if she likes you.”

She shook her head in disbelief. Her mother was so kind to give him clues. If he had asked Darya, she certainly wouldn’t have helped him at all. But he already knew that. That’s why he asked her mother. The ride to the parlor was lovely, the sun was slowly going down behind the horizon, so the sky became colorful and bright. Before they walked into the parlor, they stared at it.

As they exited the car, Darya looked up to see her favorite shop. Built like a vintage shop, it had all of the flavors she enjoyed while she got to sit in a 50s diner-style room and enjoy it. They each got huge scoops of ice cream in plastic cups with white plastic spoons and sat across from each other in a booth.

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