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TWENTY-SEVEN
Zed spentthe next few days finding his rhythm with cooking again, while I got back to work on my videos. He started his new job, and we attended the pack dinners every night. I would even go without him when he was working—though we drew the line at having the pack inside our house. We were still getting used to each other, and my wolf was pretty territorial.
The next month went by quickly. We spent at least a couple of hours together every day, grocery shopping, or cooking, and always eating. Sometimes we watched a movie or went out to try a new restaurant, but we both liked to stay in (I was a little obsessed with the way it felt to have a home).
I changed the topic or pulled away every time things started getting steamy, and Zed let me, though I could tell he was starting to get suspicious about it.
At the endof the fifth week of me avoiding sex (but still getting to know Zed), we finished frosting a cake together and sat down to eat it.
“Do you ever think about that time, in the kitchen, with the cake?” Zed asked me, as I wrapped my lips around my fork.
Did I ever think about it?
All the damn time.
“Nope,” I lied, mouth full.
His eyes narrowed at me.
I shoved more cake in my mouth.
My instinct to run was still going strong, but it was relaxing a lot around Zed now that I’d seen him in pretty much every mood and emotion. He was gentle and kind even when he was absolutely furious, and that made me feel better about pretty much everything in my life.
He leaned over the table a bit. “June.”
“Hmm?” I asked, mouth still full.
I was already way too comfortable with the sexy asshole, and that didn’t bode well for my ability to lie to him. He’d been giving me space, letting me avoid the topic, but it looked like he was done with that.
“We haven’t had sex since before you talked to Stewart.”
Fuckkkk.
Dammit.
“Oh,” I licked my fork. “Weird.”
His eyes narrowed further, and he stared at me.
Those damn laser emerald eyes…
I was strong, though.
Remaining silent and calm, I took another bite of cake.
“So you’re not avoiding having sex with me for any reason,” he stated.
“No. Why would I do that?” I lied.
“I’ve been asking myself the same question.”
He studied me.
I studied my cake.
Really, I was a terrible liar. I didn’t know how people could hide things from the people they cared about—and I definitely cared about Zed. Del was like my sister, but I was already even closer to him than I had been to her in a long time. Hell, I was even starting to understand why she had jumped into marriage so fast.
Not that I would do that—I sure as hell wouldn’t.
