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A big yawn overcame me and I mumbled, “Can we go lie on the couch? That would satisfy me.”
He brushed a kiss across the top of my head and relented, “We can do whatever you want, Kitten.” Turning off the shower, he reached for a towel and wrapped it around me while whispering with such sincerity in his voice, “Thank you for accepting our bond, Kira.”
I couldn’t help the butterflies and warmth that spread through me in response to his sweet words.
Chapter Twelve
Kira
After my timewith Seth in the shower, we went to the couch to talk about the most trivial things like our favorite colors and animals, getting to know each other like a typical first date.
At least I think that's what normal couples do. We kind of skipped the whole awkward phase of wondering if the other person liked you and jumped straight into the fact that our souls were destined for each other, and that was that. It actually eased the nerves, to have such faith in the fact that you’d found exactly who you were meant to be with.
With that certainty, it didn't matter so much what insecurities or emotional wounds they might be hiding. The simple fact that, though they might not be perfect, they were perfect for you, was enough.
He pulled me down to lay on a pillow in his lap as we talked, and we ended up falling asleep together in that position just as the first rays of light started to peek into the sky.
Who knows how long we slept before the smell of bacon roused me.
Groaning at the thought of having to face the day and everything that came with it, I tried to force myself to go back to sleep. Last night had felt like our own bubble of happiness.
I hadn't allowed myself to worry about everything Selene had told me, how the alpha would react to my change, or what this meant for Jameson and I moving forward. It had been a night of discovery for love and passion, and I'd cherish it forever.
A finger tapped against my head incessantly until I jerked my head back and tried to bite it. Seth laughed, "Good morning, Kitten." I swear my pussy perked up and stood at attention at the way he said my nickname in that low, gravelly morning voice tone.
Snapping my teeth together a few more times as if I was a piranha, I smiled before hopping off the couch. Facing the kitchen now, I saw Milo's back as he stood at the stove, flipping what I presumed to be the bacon I smelled.
Padding over to him, I put my arms around him from behind and laid my head against the smooth skin of his back. "Morning," I mumbled.
My heart fluttered at the thought of him passing Seth and I sleeping on the couch, then starting breakfast for everyone without waking us.
"Morning, Baby. I'm making all of us eggs and bacon if that's okay with you? I figured you can't really go wrong with that."
Kissing his back, I responded, "I'm a little hungry for other things, but I suppose bacon and eggs will suffice for now."
Setting down the tongs, he turned around and swiftly picked me up and placed me on the counter behind me. Without giving me a moment to breathe, he kissed me senseless. Melting into him, I wrapped my legs around him, and dug my fingers into his back.
But just as I thought this might head in the right direction, he stepped back, leaving me pouting for more. With a saucy wink my way, he turned back around to continue cooking. "We can't take long this morning. We need to get a game plan together for how we're going to take on the pack today, before someone seeks us out since it’s already almost noon."
Holy shit, we’d slept in late.
"I'm surprised the alpha hasn't sought us out already."
Seth's voice carried from the living room, startling me, and I hit the back of my head on the cabinet behind me as I jumped. "Oww," I mumbled and rubbed the aching spot.
A loud banging sounded from the front door as if we'd summoned the devil himself with our words. We all tensed, Seth relaxing first and going to the door. Before he opened it, he looked towards me somberly, "It's Jameson. Let me know when you're good for me to open the door."
Panic and nerves settled in my stomach like a lead weight, and I fumbled to get off the counter and smooth down my shirt. Milo quickly turned off the stove and put the bacon onto a plate. He moved into a protective stance, tucking me into his side.
As much as I appreciated his support and desire to shield me from the world, I knew I couldn't hide behind him. My wolf stirred in my mind as I stepped out of Milo's embrace and nodded at Seth to open the door.
In walked the painstakingly beautiful man who continued to treat me like garbage, yet was somehow destined to be mine. He looked impeccable with a dark wash pair of jeans, black boots, and a button down, long-sleeved black shirt.
I think my guys might only own black shirts.Fuck.My heart panged, and I winced. He was not mine.
For the briefest of moments, Jameson dazzled us all with a beaming smile, and my wolf howled in delight at the idea of him coming to apologize and make amends.
But then he had to go and open his fucking mouth.
