Page 15 of Mink Hijinks
“I’d like that, too.”
I swear his eyes brighten and he sucks in a breath.
“I’m gonna order that pizza. What kind do you like?”
“I’m open to anything as long as there’s no green pepper.”
“Got it. Your thoughts on cheese bread? And pasta?” I grab my phone as he rattles off what he likes and I make a huge order.
AARON
We’re on the living room couch and Pax passed out halfway through Miracle on 34th Street. He’s adorable, and I pull him closer to me and adjust our shared blanket. We ate a bunch of food and saved the rest for later before retiring to the living room to watch movies. I figured it’d be an easy evening where he doesn’t have to think too much about the quiet intimacy of it all.
He needs as much rest as he can get after such an exhausting Heat. I thought it’d take more out of me, but after a fairly short nap after that last wave, I was good to go again. Maybe that’s what happens when you help your Fated through their Heat? I’m not sure and I don’t have anyone to ask.
A few designs play in my head, but they aren’t fully formed enough to bother sketching them. I know some people constantly sketch everything, but that’s not my process. Most of the time my mind is running a mile a minute, but since the Heat, it’s calmed. I can actually think about designs without stressing out. Pax inspires me and reminds me that I too, need to rest.
The movie credits roll, and I pull Pax into my lap so I can pick him up. He barely stirs when I stand. I just wanna nuzzle into his throat and scent him for days, but we haven’t talked about it. Wehaven’t talked about much, but I know that’ll change when he’s feeling up to it.
I lay him in bed and he clings to me when I try to pull away.
“Don’t leave. Please, don’t leave me.” He whimpers in his sleep.
“I’m not going anywhere, darlin’.” I bring him back to my arms and then lay in bed with him right on top of me. It’s perfect. I don’t care that it’s slightly awkward. I throw the blankets on us both and cuddle him until I pass out.
I wake to a puddle of drool on my chest and a hard-on pressing against my thigh, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Shit. Sorry!” Pax pushes up and wipes at my chest with his hand.
“It’s okay, darlin’. Means you were happy.” I rub his back and pull him back down.
“Nothing to stress about.”
His face goes pink as he grins. “Is it weird I’m more embarrassed about the drool than the erection?”
“Don’t be embarrassed about any of it. I’m not.” I angle my hips so he can see the tent I make with the blankets.
Pax laughs and flops to his back, just staring at the ceiling.
I want to kiss him so badly. After everything we’ve already done, it’s the one thing we haven’t. But I won’t ask because I’m not sure he’s ready.
“Thank you again. That was the best Heat I’ve ever experienced.”
“I’m glad to be of service.” I take his hand and squeeze. “Feeling any better today?”
“Much, much better. Thank you.” He gives my hand a squeeze and my heart melts. I know I’m biased because I believe in Fated matches, but I already think Fate chose perfectly for me.
“What about we get up and go find someplace cute for breakfast? There’s gotta be someplace in a town like this. Then we’ll go to the grocery. How long are you planning on being here? I forgot to ask before. I head out January third.”
Pax huffs a laugh. “I do as well.”
We both sit and swing our legs to opposite sides of the bed.
“Where are you from?” he asks as we change out of our pajamas and into clothes that are presentable for the outside world. “I’m from Virginia.”
I whistle. “You had a long, long flight, didn’t you? I’m from Michigan.” We live really far apart from each other and it makes my heart heavy.
“Flying while dealing with PHS can suck it. But we had a really great flight attendant. They helped keep me cool the entire time.”
