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He was…
And I was…
He wanted us to be mates?
Actualmates?
“I don’t believe you,” I finally said.
“I know. That’s why I was keeping my mouth shut about it.” He scooted a foot or two across the couch, then eased us both down until we were laying together. His head was on a simple throw pillow, and mine was on his arm. It was surprisingly comfortable, despite the fact that it was made almost entirely out of muscle.
His chin rested on the top of my head as the movie started, and my throat swelled.
Dammit, he was going to make me feel things.
I didn’t want to feel things.
Even if I wasn’t sick, I wouldn’t have wanted all those emotions.
But he was still holding me.
And it still felt incredible.
Like I was safe. Steady. Secure.
Loved.
Home.
If he walked away now…
Shit, I wasn’t sure I could take it.
The soup arrived halfan hour later. I was so relaxed I might as well have been half-dead.
“Don’t move,” Axel murmured to me, before he eased me out of his arms and strode to the door.
Despite living in the forest for ages, he didn’t seem to have a problem reincorporating himself back into the real world.
He opened the door and grabbed the food, then brought it back to the couch.
“We can’t eat here. What if we spill something?” I mumbled to him, as he sat down next to me with both bags of t0-go food. They went on the floor, and he eased me up to a seated position. I gave him a death glare, but he just smirked at me.
“If we spill, then we’ll clean it. It’s just a couch.” He pulled out the first tub of soup, setting it on my lap and then placing a spoon in my hand. “Start slow.”
“I don’t know if I can even eat at all,” I grumbled back. “And this isn’t just a couch. It’s anicecouch.”
“If we wreck the couch with soup—which I find highly unlikely—then I’ll buy a new one, Mo.”
“That’s expensive,” I argued.
He leaned over and pulled the lid off my soup. “I can afford it.”
“I’m not letting you pay to replace the furniture in the house that’s officially mine. I even have the damn paperwork,” I argued.
“Well, then I’ll charge you. Put my name back on the title, right alongside yours, in exchange for a new couch.” He lifted my hand, and used it to put the spoon in the soup.
I shot him a dead-panned look, but lifted a spoonful to my mouth.
