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She scrubs her skin raw with a washcloth and shampoos her hair more aggressively than necessary to try to shut out the traitorous inner voice.
When she finally dries off and changes into clean clothes, a different savory scent floods her senses.
It’s delicious.
Padding back down the hallway, too curious and needy for her own good, she does a double take at what she sees.
Abel is…
He’s cooking, as if they’re playing a twisted game of house.
With his backpack laid out on her couch and her laptop open to whatever he was working on, it feels strangely domestic.
Only you would feel that way in this situation, idiot.
She stares too long at him, watching his hands work the pan with ease, flipping and twisting as necessary.
He glances at her. “Hungry?”
“I…” she looks at him, perplexed. “It has to be like three in the morning.”
She would check her phone, but a certainsomeonedestroyed it.
“And? You don’t strike me as the sort of person to have a normal sleep schedule or eating habits.”
Her face flushes, embarrassed at how accurate he is.
Why does it feel like he’s known her for years, instead of hours?
“And die from food poisoning? I don’t think so,” she snaps back.
He gives her a lopsided grin and returns his attention to the pan. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have by now,” he says simply. “And I’ve made it clear I have no intention of harming you.”
She huffs.
“So,” he continues, turning off the burner and moving to face her, his arms crossed in front of his chest, “I think you’re just being a fuckingbrat.”
Her core clenches, and she hopes her poker face is better than it used to be.
Those words, with his voice,dothings to her.
It’s frustrating how he can affect her so much, yet he’s as calm as ever. He regards her as if he’s used to her attitude already.
“What are you making?” she asks, desperate to change the conversation.
He walks to her cabinet and takes out two plates (how did he know where her plates were?) and starts to prepare the food.
“Omelets,” he says. “Your fridge is practically bare. What do you eat?”
She flushes.
“Why do youcare?” she snaps. “I eat just fine.”
Alpha is taking care of us!
She stops that train of thought in her mind, shoving her inner Omega down deep inside her heart.
