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“It’s off-trail skiing, or snowboarding, which is what I did. Actually, I did both that weekend, but I enjoy snowboarding more. Anyway, you go up to the top of the mountain in a helicopter, get dropped off, and make your way down. The terrain is pretty rugged, it’s off-trail, like I said, but the adrenal rush is insane!”
The man was certifiable. There was no other explanation.
The memory of him speeding down the highway on his motorcycle, combined with this new piece of unexpected information, and a realization dawned on me.
“You like danger,” I stated, just as the server brought our dinners.
Ronen waited to answer, until our plates had been situated in front of us and we’d been left alone once more. Leaning down, he sniffed his food, his eyes closing in bliss.
“I hope you weren’t wanting a good night kiss,” he twirled some pasta on his fork, “because this is loaded with garlic. It smells like heaven.”
“I have my own garlic over here,” I waved a piece of garlic bread at him. “I can handle a little garlic breath.”
He took a bite, moaned in happiness, and damn, if that sound didn’t go straight to my cock, before swallowing. “To answer your earlier question, I wouldn’t say I likedanger. I do like the adrenaline rush. And I do tend to lean towards more extreme sports. It’s relaxing.”
Piercing a bite of my bubbling lasagna on my fork, I asked, “Such as?”
He shrugged, wiping his mouth with his napkin. “The usual, I guess. White water rafting, skydiving, fast bikes, racing cars, mountain climbing. That sorta stuff. Anything that gets my heart pounding, the blood rushing through my veins.”
It was such a contradiction to whatever I thought I knew about him; from some perception I had of him. It just cemented the feeling I had that there were two very different sides of Ronen.
“None of that sounds relaxing in the least,” I bit into my bread, chewing slowly while he grinned at me over his pasta like the maniac he clearly was. “Reading a book. That is relaxing. Taking care of my animals, that is also relaxing.”
Ronen shrugged one shoulder, grinning. “I’m a bit of a dare devil. You should come with me sometime.”
“Ummm, I’ll think about it,” I told him, knowing there was not a chance in hell I was doing any of that nonsense with him. “Thanks for the invitation, though.”
Ronen laughed. “You’re not gonna ever come with me, are you?”
“Not a fucking chance in hell.”
That really had him rolling in his seat. “It’s okay, my family and friends don’t want to come with me either. I’m used to doing that kind of stuff alone. I don’t mind.”
There was something about that statement I found sad, but when I looked into his eyes, Ronen seemed fine with it.
Maybe I would go with him next time. I could stay firmly planted on the ground and wait while he likely gave me a small heart attack, doing whatever dangerous stunt he wanted to try.
I doubted my dragon or I would be happy knowing our omega was off without us, putting his life in danger.
I was definitely going with him next time he planned a trip.
Chapter Twenty
Ronen
Dinner had been nice, fun even. Really, I hadn’t even minded the table game at the restaurant too much. It had given me a chance to learn more about Mason.
“You picked the love seat?”
Whispering in the darkened theater, I sat next to Mason on the loveseat located at the very back of the theater, tucked into the darkest corner. “Are you planning to have your way with me?”
It was the only piece of furniture left over from the original building, before the new owners had renovated it. Putting in fancy recliner seats, new carpeting, and better screens and sounds systems.
The red velvet was frayed, and it dipped precariously in the middle, likely from broken springs. It creaked ominously when Mason sat his bulk in it, and he winced at the sound.
“I thought it would be romantic,” he admitted, keeping his voice low in the packed theater.
We had lost track of time at dinner, enjoying each other’s company, teasing and flirting, and even sharing dessert. Mason had admitted he didn’t really care for tiramisu, and I had told him I felt the same. Even though I loved coffee with a passion, it just didn’t translate well in the dessert for me.
