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My hand lifted to my chest, and I feigned a gasp. “Monster.”
“Tech guy probably fits better.” His grin widened. “I’ll let you try it out, so you can see how much better mine is.”
“Bastard. I’ll never.” I slipped into the tub, using my foot to close the drain before I plopped down into my favorite spot.
I turned my Kindle on while Dax stepped into the tub.
“Are we throwing another sex bomb in here?” He glanced into the rectangular box of bath bombs.
“If you want.” I shrugged. “I’m not feeling horny, though.”
Honestly, the pack get together just made me feel kind of sad. And maybe some people got horny when they were sad, but I was definitely not one of them.
He grabbed one out and sniffed it, before putting it back in the box. I tried not to watch him as he went through all of them, trying to decide which he thought smelled best, before finally settling on one. When he’d decided, he unwrapped it and dropped it into the tub.
I had a book open, but wasn’t reading—my sadness was too shitty and annoying to focus in the moment. So, instead of reading, I navigated to Goodreads and looked Dax up. When I searched his name, nothing popped up.
Hmm…
I glanced over at him, and found him leaning back against the side of the tub, his eyes closed.
Nope.
Wasn’t interrupting his zen moment.
He probably didn’t even realize that I was upset by the whole pack get together thing; how would he know if I didn’t tell him?
I didn’t want to talk about it, though. Not yet. He’d made it clear on many levels that he considered his pack mine, and me, his pack.
So my mouth was staying closed.
I navigated away from Goodreads and back to the book I’d had open. I was a binge-reader; I didn’t start a book and then stop halfway through. My mind didn’t work that way. I was just too damn obsessive once I’d sat down with a book. Unfortunately, that meant I was constantly starting new books, and sometimes I struggled to get into them if they started slow, or started in the middle of a fight scene or something. I had to get a feel for the characters before I could care whether or not they got injured or died.
I’d wondered whether or not that meant there was something wrong with me on multiple occasions, but decided not to worry about it too much. There was too much other shit in the world to care whether or not my taste in book characters was ‘correct’.
I forced myself to focus on the book; it was the first in the Burning Kingdom series, about a vampire girl in a fantasy world who’d been whisked off by a hot dragon shifter. I found myself grinning down at my Kindle far sooner than I’d expected, and biting back snorts as the characters’ interactions only seemed to get worse and worse.
There would be a reckoning between them eventually, but damn did I love the time before the reckoning.
When I realized the water was about to overflow, I finally reached over to turn it off—and when I did, I noticed Dax’s eyes on me.
My hand paused on the faucet’s lever. “What?”
“You’re beautiful; that’s all.” His voice was a murmur, and my heart clenched a bit at the honesty behind the words.
I shut off the water, finally. “Thanks, I guess.” My hand returned to my Kindle, and I retreated back to the fantasy world called Dranoa.
