And just like that, her mate knew she needed him. “Angelle?” Boon said, suddenly appearing in the doorway.
She smiled, her face showing her relief as she went to him.
Boon pulled her in for a hug. “Everything good?”
“Yes. Just, a lot,” she said quietly.
“Come with me,” he said, leading her to their bedroom. He closed the door behind them and led her to the bed.
“Our guests?” she reminded him.
“The beauty of being at our own home is that we can take a break whenever we wish. Come. Sit with me,” he said, still holding tightly to her hand as he sat down.
Angelle stood before him for only a second longer before he literally picked her up and sat her on his lap, facing him, herknees bent on either side of him. Boon gently guided her head to his shoulder where she took the lead and tucked her face into his neck, her arms hugging him close as his arms wrapped around her.
She groaned in relief, taking in the scent of her mate, the warmth of his body, the feel of his strength as he held her. “This is the stuff,” she said.
“The stuff?” he asked.
“The good stuff. The stuff I’ll always need to make everything always alright.” She sat back and cupped his face in her hands. “You. Just you. You make everything better.”
“I love you,” Boon said, kissing her lips gently.
“I love you more,” Angelle said, kissing him more deeply.
They sat quietly that way for only a few minutes until they both felt refueled. “You ready?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Let’s get back out there, then,” he said.
“How much longer until that pig is ready?”
“You hungry?” he asked.
“I am.”
“It’s about there, now. I’m going to start slicing it and serving it up. Is everything else ready?”
“It is. At least, I think it is. I’ve been doing a lot of getting to know people, but I’m pretty sure our moms and Lily and Tempest have been taking care of the kitchen while I was meeting people.”
“I’m sure they have it under control.”
“You know who I really like? I mean, like really, really like?”
“You made a real friend?” he asked, canting his head sideways as he had a habit of doing when something piqued his interest.
“I’m not sure, but I think I did.”
“Who is she?” Boon asked.
“Simone! I really, really like her. I think she gets me!”
“Everyone should get you, you’re amazing. But yes, I like Simone.”
“She even suggested I make sure I have wine for the next get together so I won’t be so nervous.”
“We can do that, too,” he said, opening the bedroom door and leading her back out into the excitement that had become their house.
