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Aiden sputters for a moment. “Wait, you really think that? No, that’s not my question. Okay so,” he stammers out, looking more nervous than I’ve seen him so far. “Would you like to come stay the night in my cabin? It’s gotta be more comfortable than your truck and I have plenty of room.”
“First of all, my truck is comfy enough, thank you very much. Second, are you asking me to sleep or are you asking mefor a sleepover?” I ask him, making sure the double meaning is clear in my voice.
Aiden blushes again. “I mean, I meant just for us to sleep but I’m not opposed to the idea of something more happening. That wasn’t my intention though. Just no pressure sleeping.” He slaps his free hand against his face. “Jesus, I sound like an idiot.”
I tug on his hand, making him stop. “You’re far from an idiot, Aiden. I’m teasing you. I’d love to come have a sleepover. We’ll plan to sleep but the option for more isn’t off the table. We’ll wing it.”
“Right,” he says slowly. “We’ll wing it.”
When we reach the end of our walk, I look up at him expectantly, tapping my cheek. Aiden snorts and leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek that leaves me melting where I stand. Thankfully, my knees stay strong despite the way they weaken from his attention.
“I’ll see you tonight?”
I nod my head and give his hand one more squeeze. “I’ll see you tonight, handsome.”
5
Aiden
I pace the length of the living room, running my fingers through my hair and willing my heart to stop racing.
What in the everloving hell was I thinking inviting Brock to come stay with me? Sure, I want him to be comfy but that doesn’t mean I should invite a stranger to come sleep with me! What if he wants to have sex? DoIwant to have sex? Of course I do but that’s not the fucking point!
I’m freaking out. I’m absolutely losing my mind. I’m so nervous I’m pretty sure I might throw up. My instincts are telling me to take a chill pill, reminding me of how much I want to be around Brock, but fuck my instincts! They obviously don’t know what they’re talking about!
Jesus, is this from the coffee? Is that why I’m freaking out? I swear I’ll never have a regular coffee again for as long as I live if I get through tonight without having a major breakdown.
Well, more of a breakdown than I’m having right now.
Thankfully, my turmoil is interrupted by a soft knock at the door. I quickly run over, pulling the door open and greeting Brock with my best smile.
“Hi,” I say, looking down at him. How is it possible for him to grow more beautiful every time I see him?
“Hi. Having second thoughts?”
All of the worries and anxieties I was feeling just a moment ago fall away. My body relaxes as Brock’s warm berry scent washes over me. The only thing I feel now is a rightness to have him in my space. My instincts give me a quickI told you so.
“Absolutely not,” I tell him, pulling him into the cabin and closing the door behind him. How could I be having second thoughts when he’s here, looking at me with so much gentleness, his scent filling my nose. He’s perfect.
“I’m glad. I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” Brock tells me as he steps inside, taking everything in. “Oh, these cabins are so cute!”
“They really are. Apparently they’re also magical.”
Brock turns towards me, raising his brow. “What?”
“My pack medic came here during the winter and found his mate. They claim it was magical matchmaking or something. If you even believe in stuff like that,” I say shyly, looking at my socked foot. Why did I say that? I’m putting pressure on things to work between us instead of just enjoying what we have while we have it.
Brock steps into my space, placing a gentle finger against my chin. He tilts my head up slightly until our eyes meet. “As a matter of fact, I do believe in stuff like that. It’s hard not to when we can literally shift into a different form, don’t you think?”
I lick my lips and Brock’s eyes follow the motion. “That’s true.”
“I may not believe in true love or soul mates or things like that because there’s so many people and connections out there available to us it seems silly to think we each only haveone perfect personfor us. But I can’t deny that some connections are stronger than others. I can’t deny that magic is real and might even work at pushing certain people together.” Brock shakes his head. “What matters is what we do with that magic, I guess.”
“And what do you want to do with it?”
“I want to grab it by the balls and enjoy it to the fullest,” Brock says, reaching a hand behind my neck and pulling me down into a kiss.
It’s somehow a complete surprise and exactly how I’ve come to know Brock to react in the little time I’ve known him at the same time. My eyes flutter shut as his lips are planted against my own, my arms wrapping around his slim hips and pulling him tight against my body. Everything inside of me melts, whimpering over how perfect Brock is. He fits against my body so well.
