There are wet spots all over the fabric.
“After I change, I mean.”
He hauls the shirt over his head, curling it into a ball in his arms before he turns his expectant gaze on me.
Right.I guess he did ask a question. He must have been serious about it.
“I don’t think it’ll help,” I tell him, knowing it won’t.
He pulls a face. “It’ll put us in motion, make us feel like we’re doing something.”
“But we won’treallybe doing anything, except maybe upsetting our Alphas.”
He sighs. “I can’t deal with this. I need to know the Falcon that’s coming back is the original version, not the moody asshole who appeared three weeks ago and hasn’t taken the hint to leave.”
I can’t help but laugh. “He’s been going through something, Harper. You know that. You’re the one who feels everything everyone else is feeling.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles.
“Okay, go shower like I know you want to. Take your time and then we can put on one of those pretentious foreign films you’re always trying to get me to watch.”
He looks up at me. “You’re serious?”
“I know I said I don’t like black and white TV, but I’ll try it this once.”
His eyes light up. “I can’t believe this is happening. You’ll really watch one with me?”
“I’ll keep my phone in my pocket and everything.” I raise my empty hands.
I’ll probably regret it at some point, when my eyes are fighting to stay open to attempt to keep up with the subtitles, but if it keeps Harper settled and happy while we wait, I can’t really complain.
I move into the kitchen to let him pass me.
He hugs me as he goes, planting a kiss on my cheek that makes a smacking sound before he goes on his way, singing something softly in French as he heads for the bathroom.
I smile as I tidy up the mess he left on the floor, and the cabinet doors, and, somehow, inside the silverware drawer. I don’t find the ice-cream scoop until I check the freezer and discover it sitting on the bottom shelf, a full scoop of the pink sugary treat inside it.
“Huh,” I murmur as I take it out and drop it into the sink.
I get my phone out and place an order for strawberry sundaes from our local dessert take out place. Then, I turn it off as I put it back into my pocket. If it’s not making my pocket vibrate, I won’t be tempted to look at it, and if I do, I’ll feel dumb for not remembering I switched it off.
I manage to make it through the first movie thanks to the burst of sugar from the sundaes when they arrive before the mid-point. The second movie isn’t quite as successful, but Harper is more relaxed, pleased that I’m indulging him with something I wouldn’t usually agree to.
I don’t know why I don’t do this more often.
The movies are boring, sure, but it’s more than worth it to make my mate happy.
By the time the credits are starting to roll, he’s the one asleep, curled up next to me with his head on my lap, while I fight the urge to yawn loudly enough to wake him.
I’ve been drifting on and off into a doze, fist on my cheek while I prop myself up using the arm of the chair in an attempt to stay awake.
I pick up the remote and stop the movie, turning off the TV and holding my breath.
And that’s when the sound of our Alphas arriving home wakes Harper up with a jolt.
He sits up straight and lets out an excitable gasp.
One quick glance my way, and he bounds up and out of the room.
