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“But my coffee…” Kenji waved at the machine. “Can’t eat an entire cake without some coffee.”
Drake watched as Ajax made Kenji another cup, gave it to him, and pointed at the back door. With a roll of his eyes, Kenji walked back outside and took a seat.
Ajax looked at him. “Shifters live a very long time.”
“I see.” Drake cleared his throat. “I’m, uh, twenty-seven.”
Ajax chuckled, and damn it, the sound was like sweet honey. Drake wanted more.
Ajax was ancient. Drake had to keep reminding himself of that. A wave of fear came over him.
Ajax must’ve sensed his fear because he stepped closer and gently cupped Drake’s face in his hands. “Talk to me, hon.”
“This is just…” He stared into Ajax’s gorgeous dark gray eyes. “Is this real?”
“Very real.” Ajax rubbed his thumbs over Drake’s cheeks. “Will you let me get to know you, Drake?”
The way Ajax said his name sounded so exotic. “Yes.”
Fuck. Could Drake sound any more like an enchanted goof? He’d said that single word so breathy. What he needed to do was get away from Ajax so he could think, only he didn’t want to leave.
As insane as all of this was, and it was completely insane, he feared that he’d walk out and discover it was just a dream. He didn’t fully understand his feelings toward Ajax, or just how intense they were, but he wanted to explore this.
He wanted to look as happy as Elijah and Gage looked whenever they were with their boyfriends. Drake wanted that desperately. “Are Elijah and Mason mates?”
“Yes.”
“Gage and Roman?”
“Yes.”
Drake was going to strangle them for keeping such a huge secret from him. He was shocked Elijah hadn’t told him since his friend couldn’t keep a secret to save his life.
Drake frowned. “What about Julian and Sheriff Harper?”
“Yep.” Ajax nodded. “The entire police force is comprised of shifters.”
“I think I need to sit down.”
Ajax smirked. “You are sitting down, hon.”
“Then I need to lie down.” Drake pulled from Ajax’s hands and lay on the sofa. “Send me a shrink, please.”
“I wouldn’t lie down on that. There have been a lot of butts on it.”
Drake shot up.
“The furniture was here when I bought the place, and I can’t tell you the last time any of it was cleaned.”
“That’s just gross,” Drake said. “Do you know how many germs get trapped in fabric?”
“Note to self. Hire someone to steam clean the chairs and couches.” Ajax tapped Drake on the tip of his nose. “I would offer you some of that strawberry cake again, but I think Kenji just destroyed it. How about another smoothie?”
“Sounds perfect.” Drake looked at the couch and got up, opting to drag a wooden chair near the counter to watch Ajax make his smoothie.
Once again, just like last night, Drake stared at the man’s nice ass. God, Ajax could fill out some jeans.
“So, are we automatically mates, or is there some kind of ritual?” Drake asked as he waited for his smoothie.
