"No. I gave my old place to Darius when I moved to yours. He moves around a lot, in an effort to dull his magic's cost."
"Then the one we're living at isours, not mine."
"I've always considered it yours."
"But you considermeyours," I countered.
"Youaremine."
"Then logically, the house is yours too. We're arguing about semantics at this point. Let's just eat."
Callum had a few bites of his cake while I killed mine quickly. My blanket was wrapped around my shoulders, and I kicked off my shoes as I ate. When I turned on the couch, getting comfortable,he cautiously pulled my feet onto his lap and drape a hand over the top of both, lightly.
After my plate was empty, I eyed Callum's.
His lips were tilted upward, just a little, as he cut a piece of the cake and handed me the fork.
"That's yours," I protested, weakly.
"I'd rather share."
I reluctantly took the fork, and ate the cake before handing it back.
We were both quiet as we made our way through the rest of the slice. He gave me most of it, and every time I tried to argue, he denied wanting more.
"I ate most of yours," I said with a sigh, settling back against the couch. "I can get you another slice."
"I'll order us a whole cake for the house, Kitten. Don't worry about it."
"I'm itching to be home. Are you ready?"
"I am."
We headed out.
I grabbed another piece of cake for Callum on the way—and when we got home, he fed that to me too, still wearing the small smile that I wouldn't have recognized as happiness at all if I hadn't spent so much time with him.
Sable was still snoring, so I put on my favorite set of lingerie from one of my last heats, and climbed into bed with him.
We'd never spent the night together in our human forms, and there was no denying how good his skin felt against mine as we snuggled up.
Or as he slipped his hand into my shorts and played with my clit.
Or as he filled me with his fingers.
Or as he came all over my ass, forcing us to abandon our clothes and sleep naked.
I was totally thawing him.
twenty-three
KAT
We metJonah in the parking lot outside the villa the next morning.
Despite the meeting we were about to go into, Jonah looked relaxed. He was wearing running clothes, and dripping in sweat.
"So last night went well," I drawled.
