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“It’s very flattering.”
“So is what you’re wearing.”
It was. He was wearing gray slacks that complimented his silver eyes and a purple shirt that actually matched my eyes. It worked nicely with his brown hair. I blinked at it though and met his gaze.
“I hoped you wouldn’t glamour for me,” he admitted, tapping his thigh again before adjusting his glasses.
“I wanted it to be us.” I wasn’t sure what else to say and started to feel awkward.
“Right, good,” he agreed, leaning in, kissing my cheek and taking my hand. “I didn’t want to be cliché with pasta in Italy, but I thought something you liked, and easy would be nice.”
“Everything you make is delicious, so whatever you like to cook I’m thrilled with, Mason. Thank you for doing this.” I felt better when he blushed slightly.
“Well, you’ve been spoiling me so much with lavish spreads and amazing food that I wanted to do something too.”
I smiled when he pulled out my chair for me and I saw a large dish of alfredo with two large pieces of salmon on there. Yum. There were breadsticks that I would swear he bought from Olive Garden. They tasted just like them, and those were some of the best breadsticks ever. For real.
We all knew it too.
We had sparkling water since I wasn’t partial to wine. He liked it now and again, and I knew he wanted to learn more about it, having talked with Aidan a bunch about it.
“I want to ask you about work, but you work for me,” I said with a sigh. “But then I don’t want to be boring on a date and talk about my work. We know each other too much for like a first date, and we wouldn’t be having sex if it was—well, most people wouldn’t. That was all I had and that’s weird to say but—”
“How was Mudbug?” he interjected, looking like he was having a hard time not laughing at my rambling.
Yes, that was the perfect, safe topic.
I told him how the puppy seemed to be bigger every time I saw him and I saw him most days, but I was worried the twins were sneaking him too many snacks. Then he asked about the spa, admitting he’d always wanted to go and have like a self-care day, but some people still looked down on men for doing that.
I snorted. “Not this spa. It’s run by supes and they adore Lewis. That man has something done like every other week. I wish I was better with that.” I cleared my throat and reached for another breadstick. “The body scrub I had today was amazing. It’s more than skin they get off of you, and it’s like mental cleansing as well. We can book an appointment in a few weeks?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
We shared a smile, and he told me about getting the seeding shelf set up and the plans for his garden. He was really excited about it, and him happily talking was incredibly sexy. I realized I was staring at him like dessert while finishing my meal.
“Shit, I didn’t feed,” I whispered in horror. I blinked at him as my eyes burned with tears as I jumped to my feet. “I’m ruining this.”
“Jasmine, it’s fine,” he promised as he took my hands in his. “Let’s go there for a drink and you can teach me to smoke a cigar. I’ve never had one and you really like them.”
I’d already had one that day, and I didn’t normally have more than one, but I wasn’t going to tell him that when he was being nice to me. I let out a slow breath and nodded, giving him a soft kiss. “And the flowers are really pretty. Thank you.”
“Anything for you, muffin.” He smothered a chuckle but mostly failed. “You’re still hungry. Text David or see if they’re at someone’s house and we can bring cigars over.”
I nodded, letting out a slow breath before going over by my stuff and doing just that. Yeah, I could handle something so simple. I could handle all of this.
It wasn’t like it was my first time having sex after all.
No, it was simply my first time having sex when I hadn’t rushed it and with someone I was pretty sure I was falling in love with. I was fairly sure I was more scared about that falling in love part than the actual sex.
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The angelsclearlyknew what that night was for us because they kept the feeding chaste and were careful touching me besides hugs and kisses on the cheek. We had a nice scotch with them that I brought with and cigars, a bit of after-dinner fun around the fire pit on a cold Denver night.
We also didn’t talk about anything heavy. They didn’t give any updates or talk about helping us rescue demons, nor spying on our clubs. It was asking Mason about the villa and talking about home renovations they’d done over the years. One of them was very into it and offered to translate what the contractors said if he wanted.
Hell, they even talked about baseball and spring training which was like the most wholesome conversation I might ever have had with the angels.
We said goodnight and went back through the portal.
