“I do know how to paint,” I replied, giving him my best smile. “After breakfast we can start. The tiles need to be dry so we better air the bathroom out while we eat.”
Cass just blinked at me.
“Alright then. I’ll start breakfast,” I declared, walking down the stairs to his kitchen. It was too cold to be naked, I realized, but there was no way I would admit to being cold. If my dick decided to retreat into my body, I would concede, but not before that.
He’d gone grocery shopping, so I had lots of ingredients to choose from. Eggs and bacon were a solid yes, but I needed more to fuel my stomach after yesterday, so I decided to toast some bread as well.
Cass had a simple coffee maker, which I appreciated, since I never seemed to be able to get the fancy ones to work. With the coffee brewing and the bacon sizzling, I began searching for plates and cutlery. It wasn’t romantic, far from it, but it still feltmonumental somehow, since this one meal was the very first I ever cooked for Cass, yet another first for us.
He came into the kitchen, eyeing me warily. “Aren’t you cold?”
I shrugged. “Don’t have any clothes with me.” The clothes I’d worn yesterday were shredded to pieces when I’d shifted, which happened so often I tended to buy second hand just to save money in the long run.
“Oh, hang on.” He left the kitchen and hurried upstairs. If he had clothes I could borrow, I would swoon. Having his scentonme? I was mentally waggling my tail.
“Here,” he said, handing me a pair of boxers, a T-shirt, and a pair of black joggers. “Your feet look too big for my socks, though, I hope that’s okay.”
Feeling oddly emotional, I took the offered clothes. “Thank you.”
He tilted his head. “Why are you thanking me? You’re the one I hit with my car, then kidnapped so I wouldn’t be alone.”
Ah, so that was how he saw our first meeting ?
“I’m weirdly glad you hit me. I had a rough day and meeting you made it better,” I admitted, putting on the clothes that smelled like home.
“You are? That has to be the biggest compliment I’ve ever gotten,” he said, blushing a little.
“I meant it.”
While we let the silence hang over us, I tended to the bacon, then removed it from the pan and added the eggs. It wasn’t healthy cooking in bacon grease, but dammit if it didn’t taste amazing.
“So,” Cass whispered. “This truly is real, isn’t it?”
Sighing, I removed the eggs from the pan and added some to two plates. “It is,” I said, as I continued to arrange the breakfast. It felt easier with my back turned to him. If his eyes showed horror or anything close to that, I wouldn’t be able to survive it.
“Are there others?” he began. “Like you, I mean?”
I nodded, still not able to meet his gaze.
“How many?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know exactly. Wolf shifters like me and my pack are the most common ones. Next, I guess bears, but they don’t have packs like we do and tend to live secluded instead.”
“There are bear shifters?” he gasped. “That’s so cool!”
That had me turning around. “And wolves aren’t?”
He just rolled his eyes at me. “Imagine getting to snuggle up with a huge bear! That’s like…. A dream come true.”
Shaking my head, I took the plates and placed them on the coffee table, hoping we could eat at the same spot as last time.
“Shit,” he said, hurrying after me. “Was that, like, insensitive or something? I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Damn him and his adorableness.
I looked at him and finally voiced my biggest worry. “I just can’t believe you aren’t freaking out over this?”
Chapter Ten