Page 186 of His White Moonlight
“What’s that?”
“If I’m maliciously hurt at the pack run, you stop sabotaging my attempts to meet your conditions to stay at school on my own this fall.”
He frowned, looking uncomfortable.“You won’t be hurt.”
“Then it’s an easy deal for you to make, isn’t it?”
“And if you’re not maliciously hurt?Are you willing to kiss me?No timer, and you initiate it.”
“Sure.It’s a deal.Now get out so I can get ready for work, or you’ll be late for your call.”
He darted in and kissed my lips then left me alone to get ready.His touching was becoming more frequent, and while I didn’t hate it, I knew it wouldn’t make anything easier for either of us.
I texted Miranda to pack some running clothes for an extended lunch then hurried through my morning routine.Bennett was in the kitchen, plating a piece of avocado toast topped with an over-hard egg when I entered.
“What days does Sandy work?”I asked.“You seem to be in the kitchen more than she is, not that I’m complaining that she doesn’t work.I’m just curious.”
“She cleans while we’re gone, does the grocery shopping, and is willing to make meals when I ask.I usually don’t ask.”
He motioned for me to sit at the counter and set the plate in front of me.
“Do you like cooking?”
A hint of a smile ghosted his lips.
“For you, yes.”
“Why?I’m not very grateful about it.”
“I think that will change when I find the foods you like.”
I shook my head and took a bite of his breakfast.“If you’re trying to find my favorites, avocado toast is probably at the bottom of my list.Most of the food the school served would be at the bottom.”
“Because you didn’t like how they tasted or because you didn’t like what they represented?”
His question hit home, and I stared down at the toast for a second before taking another bite.This time, I set aside my bias and focused on the taste.
“Maybe there’s something else you don’t like because of what it represents rather than how it actually is?”
“No, I’m pretty sure my reason for not liking a mate is accurate.Even Mom says mates are unbearably clingy until the first child is born.No thanks.”
He let out an annoyed huff.
“But you’re right about the avocado toast.My problems with it have nothing to do with the taste.”
“Stubborn,” he said under his breath.
“Which means you’ll need to be the flexible one if you want us to be mates, right?”
“Eat your toast, Wrenly.”
I grinned as I wolfed it down.
* * *
“Lookat your cute little human legs go,” Miranda said, keeping pace beside me.
“I think I like running with Bennett better.He’s quiet.”
