Page 32 of Into the Dawn
“I made the noodles.”
She leaned her chin against his arm and grinned up at him. “I’m sure it will taste even better, then. Juice? The food would taste better with wine.”
“We can have wine as well, but you need to replenish your fluids first.”
She sighed. “You’re probably right. I have been sleeping a long time so I’m probably a little dehydrated, even if I don’t feel like it. I’ll get the wine and the bowls for—”
“Why? We can just eat out of this one.”
Glancing down at the big serving bowl of pasta, she chuckled. “You know what? Why not?” She looked over at the dining room table, then back at him. “Why don’t we eat out on the porch? It’s a nice night out and there is a light breeze.”
“We can do that. Go get your wine.”
As she walked away, he admired how her slim body looked in the white satin nightgown she had changed into. Her vibrant red hair was still damp, and she’d wound the long locks into a bun on the top of her head that was held in place by some sort of claw clip.
He watched her glide across the floor on bare feet, once again confused how she managed to do it without making any sound. He was distracted by the sparkly purple color on her toes that hadn’t been there before. Layla had put the nail polish on Kylie under Ronan’s watchful eyes earlier during the day. He noticed her fingernails had been painted the same color.
She selected a bottle of white wine from a small cold box with a glass door. Once she opened the bottle, she grabbed two glasses out of a cabinet and rejoined him.
“Ready.”
He easily hefted the tray of food up and carried it out to the porch. Grinning when he heard Kylie’s gasp, he turned his head to watch her all but skip over to inspect the new porch swing that was waiting there for her.
“Do you like it?”
“Like it?” She spun around. “I love it!”
The wood on her old porch swing had been warped and decaying which wasn’t very safe. That had been proven true when he had tried to sit on it and he had broken the damn thing. After learning how much she loved the swing, Dominic had made a new one using the supplies and tools Buddy and Abby had provided.
He had been amazed that people could get almost anything they desired delivered right to their door on Earth. Abby had told him it would have been easier to just order a brand new porch swing, but he had insisted on making a new one for Kylie with his own hands. Besides being the one who broke her old one, he wanted to make something for her that she would cherish.
Even if she only could use it for a brief time.
The porch swing he’d made was constructed of solid wood, thick chains, and had a comfortable seat cushion that was large enough to accommodate his and Ronan’s considerable weight. While she’d been sleeping, he had taken the time to carve some images into the wood, including a few dragons, flowers, and other imagery that was specific to Arcadia.
He felt pride swell within him as she set the wine and glasses down on the side table so she could run her hands lovingly over the images he had carved into the wood. When she glanced back over at him, her glowing green eyes were wide with wonder.
“Did you do this?”
“Aye, I made it for you.”
She ran her hand over one of the dragon carvings. “You are very talented. If I didn’t know better, I would think you were an artist instead of a warrior prince.”
He set the tray down on the small table on the other side of the swing. “I cannot be both?”
She let out a yelp of surprise when he sat down on the swing and pulled her onto his lap. Sitting like that during meals was common for mates back on Arcadia, but he realized it wasn’t typical on Earth. Still, it was an excuse to be close to her. He would always want to touch her any chance he could get. Picking up the bowl of pasta and a fork, he speared a shrimp and held it up to her lips. Smiling at him, she opened her mouth to accept his offering.
His cock hardened when she moaned.
Distraction. He needed a damn distraction before he begged her to have pity on him. Even though it was torture, he enjoyed it as he fed her another bite of the pasta dish. After she ate a little more, he made sure she drank some of the juice.
“Here, you try it,” she said, taking the fork from him and offering him a bite.
As he chewed, he had to agree. It really was delicious.
When she fed him another bite, she said, “It’s a shame we have to leave the swing here. It really is beautiful.”
“Do not worry. I will make you another once we return home.”
