Page 40 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
Aunty Monica returned with the hot drinks and a Victoria sponge cake.
“There you go. I’m going to head to bed, I’m so tired. Have fun, you two,” she said, smiling brightly.
“Sure, Momma, goodnight,” Damon said. Standing up, he gave her a tight hug and kissed the top of her head. I smiled, watching them.
“Thank you, Aunty M, I love your hot chocolate!”
“You love anything with chocolate,” Damon added with a small smirk. I smiled sheepishly.
“Well, yes, but still…” I pouted.
Aunty Monica laughed. I just wished she would always remain like this: happy and herself... but it was just thanks to the illusion that her mate was alive...
She left the room, closing the door behind her as Damon sat on the sofa a few feet away from me. Picking up the TV remote, he put a random movie on. I knew it was so a tense silence didn’t fall between us. A typical Damon move.
“So, want to share exactly what’s going through that mind of yours?” I asked. He glanced at me before placing a slice of cake on a plate for me. He held it out, but I simply smiled, taking the icing-coated slice in my hand. He grinned at that.
“You never change.”
“Nope, and you shouldn’t either. So, how about for one evening, you forget I’m your mate and talk to me like a friend?” I said, biting into the cream-filled cake and licking my lips to remove the layer of icing powder that coated them. I didn’t miss how he swallowed at that, and I looked away.
“I thought we are doing that already?” He sidestepped. I raised a brow, tilting my head,
“Really, Damon?” I replied, kicking my boots off, and turned towards him on the sofa, crossing my legs. Damon smirked, spotting my Little Miss Naughty socks.
“Nice socks.”
“Why thank you, I got them in a pack of six,” I replied proudly.
“Are they for adults?” He asked teasingly.
“Hey, I have a small foot… and maybe they were from the kids’ section...” How the hell did he figure that out? They weren’t that childish! He chuckled.
“So you.”
“I like my socks and tights,” I protested, sticking my tongue out.
He reached over, taking one of the mugs, making my attention fall to those bulging biceps of his. Damn these boys for having mighty fine sexy bodies. I quickly looked away, blushing when I remembered the dream that I had this morning. He leaned back against the sofa, relaxing visibly, and I smiled internally.
“So… can I ask you something, and will you answer me honestly?” I asked, finishing off my cake.
“Do I even have an option?”
“Not at all, or my socks might come to haunt you in your dreams,” I said, sticking my foot out and wiggling my toes. Damon chuckled, reaching over. He grabbed my foot, making my stomach flutter.
“These tiny feet can’t scare me,” he teased.
My stomach jumped when he smiled. His eyes met mine, and his smile faded. I couldn’t bring myself to look away from those eyes that always held warmth.
“Talk to me, Damon,” I whispered.
“What do you want to know?” He asked quietly, letting go of my foot, but only after brushing his thumb across it gently.
“Everything.”
I reached over and took his hand. I didn’t care what anyone thought, I didn’t feel guilty about Liam right then either; this was one friend to another. I needed to know. Before we had this sit down, I wanted to know what was inside Damon’s head because I knew he wouldn’t be able to be completely honest in front of Liam.
Damon stared down at our hands, before turning towards me and placing his mug down. He blew out a breath before nodding.
