Lexi, the fucking angel she is, surprised me for my twenty-first birthday with this tiny cabin with a living room, kitchen, and one bedroom, and an outhouse in the back.
She got together with some guys from the town and built me my own cabin.
Before that birthday, the last time I cried was when my father died. But I cried so damn hard I couldn’t breathe when she showed it to me. She stood there, her hand in mine, and said nothing as we stared at it.
It became one of my favorite places. It’s also the place I’d start to have my heats.
Lexi isn’t the only one who is afraid of someone taking advantage of them in that situation.
Having heats at the cabin gives me peace of mind knowing no one can hear me or get to me.
I want to extend that offer to Lexi, too. She’s been off her suppressants for a few days now, and I don’t know how she’sfeeling. She’s been very close-lipped about it. By the way she looks, I don’t know if it’s stress or withdrawal from the meds.
Either way, this trip is meant for her to hopefully have some time away and get out of her head.
It’s not hunting season, but the cabin is on a lake, so I think some fishing might help get her mind off everything.
We pull up to the cabin, and I park the truck as close as I can get it. “How about we bring everything in and get it all put away, then we take the boat out for some fishing?”
She looks out the window at the lake and nods. “Yeah. I’d like that.” She smiles.
Win for me!
I’m on my third trip of bringing everything in when Lexi stands by the truck, arms crossed with a raised brow. “And you call me stubborn. You know I can help, right?”
“I got this.” I wink, grabbing the cooler from the back.
“I’m at least bringing my own bags in,” she says, grabbing her things from the truck and heading inside.
She’s dressed in a pretty sundress, her blonde hair down in loose curls. She’s so damn beautiful, I can’t stop looking at her.
“What are you doing?” I ask, placing the cooler on the table. Lexi places her bags on the couch and looks over at me.
“Putting my things here?” she asks questioningly.
“Why not put them in the room?”
“Because then I’d have to go back and forth to get my things. It would be easier just to leave them here.”
I snort, and she gives me this adorable frown, her button nose wrinkling. “What's so damn funny?”
“I think it’s cute that you think I’d let you sleep on the couch.” Chuckling, I grab her bags and take them to the room.
“Emmett, this is your cabin. That’s your nest. I’m not going to take it from you,” she argues, following me.
“It’s a good thing you’re not taking it from me then. I’m offering it. I’ll take the couch.”
“This is your nest.” She gapes at me in shock.
“One of them.” I shrug.
“Yes, but it’s the one you use for your heats. This is your space. I don’t want to disrupt it.”
Something she doesn’t know is that when I’m about to go into heat and I’m over at her place, I’ll find a hoodie she’s recently worn and take it. Then I bring it with me to the cabin and put it in my nest. The smell of her scent settles me, making it a lot less painful to do my heats alone.
“Trust me, it’s fine. Make yourself at home. I don’t mind at all. We’re always together, I’m used to your scent being on my things.”
She looks at me, her cheeks turning pink.Is she blushing? Holy fucking hell, she’s blushing. Since when has Lexi ever blushed, let alone because of me?
