Page 18 of Mated to Fenrir
He chuckled, a warm and inviting sound that I wanted to hear more of. And luckily, it seemed like I was going to. "I picked up on that when I walked you home the other night, I just didn't want to bring it up in case you didn't want me to."
"I don't mind you knowing," I responded. "And thisisour third date."
"Is this where I'm supposed to pretend that I don't know where that means?" he joked. "And follow it up with that I'm eight hundred years old, I don't have a clue about modern dating conventions."
"You can if you want to. But I also know that the three-date rule doesn't have to apply to us."
"I guess we can see how we feel in a couple of hours," he said.
A warm feeling spread through me. I liked the idea of us potentially going somewhere more private, even if it did seem fast.
On the other hand, our wolves had certainly wanted it to be faster.
"What should we eat next?" he asked.
"That depends on what you like the sound of. There's a place that does burgers, or a place that does Jamaican chicken."
"The chicken, I think," he said. "It sounds more interesting."
"Good point. There's also a place that does really good fried rice." I pointed to it.
"Why don't I go to get that, and you get the chicken?" he suggested. "Meet you back here to share?"
"Sounds good." I lingered for a moment, wanting to kiss him goodbye even if we weren't really at a place to do that yet. If things kept going like this, then I was definitely going to want to see whether he was interested in coming back to my flat after this.
Instead, I went over to the van selling the chicken and ordered some of it, thankful that the queues didn't seem to be too bad this evening, and that I'd be able to get back to Fenrir.
He'd claimed one of the tables, and I went to sit down beside him. Our legs brushed against one another, filling me with the thrill that came from dancing around someone I wanted.
He held out a wooden fork to me, but I shook my head, digging into my bag and pulling out a couple of metal ones.
"I hate the feel of wood in my mouth."
He snorted. "Is that supposed to sound as suggestive as it does?"
"If it did, then I'm sure you'd be disappointed."
"I don't think you could possibly disappoint me," he promised.
My breathing caught in my throat. It wasn't just the words he was saying, but the way that he looked at me while he did. "I don't have any problems withthatkind of wood."
"I can't say I'm disappointed to hear that," he joked.
"But I did bring you a fork too. I thought it was weird if I only brought one for myself."
"Thanks, I appreciate it." He took one from me, his finger so brushing against mine as he did. It was going to be a long couple of hours, even if I was hungry.
I dug into the rice, letting out a satisfied hum as I enjoyed the taste. "I realised I never asked you what you do for a living," I said. "Unless you're about to tell me that you're a god and just have all of your money from investments you made decades ago."
He laughed. "I mean, I do have some of those. And I live in the god realm, which helps with that too. But I work as a high-end tailor."
"Unexpected."
"Whatdidyou expect?"
"I don't know. A lumberjack? Something woodsy?"
"That's just stereotyping wolf shifters," he pointed out. "Though I did do a stint as a personal trainer."
