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“Okay, strip once you have plated up, and eat with your fantastic tits on show.” I nearly choked as I swallowed.
“I can’t do that!”
He shrugged his shoulders and said,
“Then I can’t forgive you.”
“Hey, that’s not fair!” I complained, now folding my arms across my chest and cocking a hip out.
“No, what isn’t fair is you worrying the shit out of me,” he said, making me once again resist the urge to roll my eyes because, clearly, we weren’t quite over the argument like I had hoped.
“I was fine, besides, you didn’t even know!” I argued, but obviously this was the wrong thing to say.
“That makes it worse because now I know you will pull this crap.”
“This crap, Jared? It was just driving ten minutes away to the store,” I complained in what I knew was admittedly a whiney voice.
“Yes, and under normal circumstances that would be fine.”
“Fine?” I questioned, raising my brow and definitely not liking where this conversation was headed. Destination, possessive town, with a stop off at controlling city!
“Safe,” he reiterated when he saw the warning signs I was about to blow.
“Safe? Jared, I think you are over…”
“Only just got you back, babe, nearly killed me the last time, not gonna let you potentially put me through experiencing that pain again. No matter how sweet the gesture was,” he said, quickly interrupting me and undeniably taking the possessive string from his argument.
“Okay, so I get that, but after what happened in the arena, after I…” Once again, he was quick to interrupt my argument.
“What? So now you think because you’re a Summoner that nothing bad can happen to you, you think that doesn’t put an even bigger target on your back or make that fuck Geryon want you even less?” I frowned at this, never hearing that name before.
“Wait, who the Hell is Geryon?”
“We will talk about that later,” he said in a way that made me believe that this was one conversation he didn’t want to have right now, and perhaps it was a name that had slipped out too soon. But then, I couldn’t exactly judge him for this, because there was a huge elephant in the room he didn’t even know was standing there, looming over my shoulder.
One named his wife.
“Fine! But can you at least save the lecture for when I have put some food in my belly, I don't actually remember the last time I ate, Jared.” And seeing as this wasn't a lie, it was a statement he took seriously because finally his hard gaze softened. Then he fisted the T-shirt I wore and tugged me to him before whispering down at me,
“Then let's eat, baby.” And finally, I knew this was as good as I was going to get in this situation. So, after a slight nod, I turned around and continued cooking, after first handing him his tea. Something he looked just as pleased with as I had when looking down at my first cup of coffee in weeks. Then the second I started to pile the dining table full of plates, he started chuckling,
“What?” I asked, already admittedly with a mouthful of food, making the question come out mumbled.
“Did you invite my council to join us this morning and forgot to tell me?” he teased, making me roll my eyes.
“Eat your damn pancakes,” I teased back, purposely piling more syrup on my own pancakes, which was strange because I usually preferred them salty with just butter and bacon.
“Well, I think you’re eating enough for both of us, babe, but then, gotta give it to you, they are damn good pancakes,” he said before stuffing a fork full into his mouth. Gods help me but he looked hot when he chewed food.
“Well coming from someone who thinks pancakes are crepes, that’s quite a flat compliment… ha, see what I did there.” He rolled his eyes at my joke but seeing as his lips were twitching, I knew he had found it funny.
“Shit, but did I forget to feed you back in 1799?” he asked after I had finished eating, surprising me that he purposely went there. I knew mention of him back in the past was a sore spot for him. But since claiming me again, had he gotten used to the idea? I was tempted to ask him, but then I decided that reminding him of why I was so much happier in the present with him, was a lot more fun.
Besides, that naked chest of his was just begging for something on this table and I most definitely had a sweet tooth this morning. Hence why I picked up the syrup bottle I bought at the store and let its handle swing between my fingers.
“Well, you didn’t have anything this sweet to give me.”
“Umm, I doubt that,” he hummed, now placing his knife and fork on the near empty plate, as he had devoured his food as quickly as I had. Although it also had to be noted that he had eaten over double the amount that I had. A plate he now pushed away before shifting his chair back, giving me the room I needed.
