He was in the kitchen, leaning against the cabinets with his arms tucked in the pockets of a pair of black sweatpants that I was pretty sure I’d seen on the floor the day before.
“Thanks, Finn. That was a lot of fun.” I flashed him a smile, slinging my bag over my shoulder.
“I can make you some coffee for the road, if you want,” he said.
“I’m probably just going to sleep the rest of the day, so no caffeine needed.” I took a few steps backward, toward the front door. “We can just text each other when our wolves want to meet up, and grab drinks or something if they don’t want us to shift?”
He nodded.
Slowly.
“Perfect. I’ll see you in a few days?”
He nodded again.
I slipped out, trying to close the door behind me.
He caught it. “I’ll make sure you get to your car.”
I wasn’t sure what he thought was going to prevent me from making it there, since he lived in the middle of nowhere, butI didn’t protest. He was obviously feeling some way about the platonic mate thing. Probably needed to adjust to the climax ending or whatever.
It was pretty crazy to think that we were permanently connected now. I wasn’t against it, but it definitely didn’t feel real.
Maybe it would later.
Or maybe life would go back to normal, and I’d just spend an hour or two a week drinking wine in some random bar with Finn to satisfy our wolves.
Time would tell.
I got in my car and turned it on, waving before I pulled away.
He didn’t wave back.
There was a small crease between his eyebrows.
I didn’t let myself think too much of it, simply driving away instead.
When I finally got home, I looked around.
Everything was exactly how I left it, down to the cake dishes in the sink. The mixing bowl was still sitting on the countertop, with extra pink frosting crusted thickly inside.
I stared at the kitchen before sitting down on the couch, my body suddenly feeling very heavy.
After a few minutes of trying to work through the wild emotions in my chest, I gave up and called Zoe. She wouldn’t be at work yet.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Zoe.”
“Hey, Em. How are you? How was it?”
My eyes stung. Just a little. “Perfect.”
“Does he still just want to be friends?”
“I don’t think he really knows what he wants.” I wiped my eyes, though they were still just stinging rather than watering.
“Are you crying?”
