twenty
KAT
The sun washigh in the sky when Sable got tired of being in the forest and went back home.
I wasn't sure when Callum's house had become that, but it was.
He was sitting on the porch, still as a statue. She trotted up to him and licked his hand, pressing the side of her head against it lightly.
There was relief in every line of his face as he closed his eyes.
I didn't want him hurting, but I couldn't let him get away with what he'd been doing. Not if we were going to spend the rest of our immortal lives together with any amount of happiness.
Callum and I were starting more than one foot behind, since we already had a bond without a real relationship. There were bound to be growing pains.
Literally, in our case.
"I'm sorry," he said.
It sounded like he had a hard time getting the words out.
Sable stepped away from him, heading through the sliding back door he'd left open and padding down the hall.
She didn't have to look backward to know he was following her.
"I need to sleep for a week,"she mumbled."We made a point. Fix it for us now."
That was definitely the message I wanted to hear at the moment.
Not.
She shifted as she reached the bathroom, leaving me to stand up quickly, bare-assed and legitimately covered in dirt.
Sable was already snoring by the time I stepped into the shower and turned the water on.
I, on the other hand, was pointedly ignoring the shirtless fae king who stood in the shower's opening, watching me.
I stepped under the water without waiting for it to warm. I was already soaking wet, and cold too, thanks to the drizzle outside and the chill in the air.Not the blissful kind of cold that the king provided, either. Just cold.
"Can we talk?" Callum asked.
"I don't think you've ever asked me such a normal question before."
"Would you rather I made it an order?"He almost sounded like he was trying to be playful, but failing miserably. I hoped hewas.
"That does seem to be how we communicate."
There was a quiet rustling. I glanced backward in time to see him abandoning his clothes before he stepped in and walked around me. He leaned against the tiled shower wall, dodging the falling water entirely.
Curiosity seeped in just a little.
What was he doing?
"Talk to me, Kitten." It was technically an order, but he said the words gently. "I panicked and reacted poorly. I'm sorry." His apology was more believable the second time around.
"I shouldn't have pushed you. You weren't comfortable with it, and that's that. I'm sorry too." I started to turn away from him, but he caught my hip and spun me around.
"You're right," he said honestly. "I wasn't comfortable. The touching wasn't the problem. I wanted that. The problem was you saying that I have all of the control here. I can't controlanythingin this situation."
