“It’s burnt.” Joker wanders back to Phantom, dropping the tray with a clatter.
Phantom is watching me closely, while Joker checks on his Alpha’s wounded shoulder like he does every evening.
“It’s perfect.” Bird touches my knee. “Because you made it.”
Warily, I hold the s’more up to his mouth.
Is he truly going to eat this charred mess?
Without hesitation, Bird bites. Then he licks his lips, as he chews.
“It’s good.” It sounds like he means it. “Smoky with a sweet, melting center. Thanks, Ro. I never thought that I would have this experience. Try some.”
He actually takes a second bite.
I lean to bite some as well, as he smiles at me.
The outside is a burnt shell, but the center is soft.
When I bite, the gooey strands stretch out, caught in my teeth. The additional fruit and dripping chocolate are like nothing I have tasted before.
It’s not perfect or sweet or delicious.
Yet it’s right for this moment.
My chest tightens.
I glance around at the three men who are all waiting for my reaction like it matters what I think of my first taste.
Like what I say, do, or feel is important.
Something inside me breaks.
I shake.
Panicked, Bird presses his palm to my cheek. “Are you okay?”
My eyes burn with tears.
Finally, I get it.
Thisis what love means.
For me, it’s hoping to share these moments forever with my pack.
It’s never wanting to lose this feeling of connection, whether good or bad.
It’s knowing that being alone again is worse than anything I could suffer for the sake of these three people.
I encouraged Phantom to be brave and open about his emotions. How can I hold double standards, now that I have worked things out?
I’m many things but I’m not a coward.
“I love you all.” The words explode from me.
The sudden silence is contrasted by the raging storm outside the window.
I drop the s’more, shoving myself to my feet. I reach for the dagger in my sheath like it’s a security blanket.
