“‘Morning,” she pouts, taking another sip. “It’ll kick in soon. Promise. Working late always makes my body feel like it’s on a weird clock.”
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, meaning it.
“Syrus said that if you don’t dress warmly, he’ll spank you,” Izzy reports, popping his head into the kitchen.
Silva’s head tilts as she thinks, and Izzy’s eyes grow wide.
“I don’t know if I like spanking or not,” she shrugs.
“Good to know,” he says, looking as if he just swallowed his tongue.
She gives him a serene smile as she hops off the barstool and takes her coffee with her.
“Ready?” she asks me.
“Absolutely,” I say, in awe of her. As I walk past Izzy, I push his jaw closed until his teeth click. “Don’t catch flies, Baby Boy.”
He snaps his teeth at me as we walk away, and I help Silva into her coat as I chuckle.
“Gloves,” I mutter, watching as she pulls them out of her coat pocket. “Sorry I had to destroy your other stuff. It had blood on it. I’ll buy you a new coat and such if you get me a list.”
“It’s fine,” she says, shrugging as she pulls on her gloves. “These are my favorite pair. They have an internal warming component.”
“Do you have a coat that does that too?” I ask, already planning to upgrade it.
“I don’t,” she says, putting a fuzzy hat over her hair. It’s up in a bun, and she has little pieces loose to frame her hair. She looks beautiful.
Her indestructible, smudgeproof lip stuff is on, the kind that doesn’t seem to move even during messy kisses. I swear, it’s some kind of girl sorcery.
My gaze finds Izzy and he winks at me before coming over to hug Silva. He discreetly checks her coat for a tag size, and then kisses her hard.
“Have fun,” he murmurs. “Don’t miss me too much.”
Harlan is on the back porch, already making plans to screen it in and set up outdoor furniture before the storm hits. I want to be able to hang out and be comfortable wherever she wants.
With it being this cold, if anyone sees me fucking one or both of my omegas on the porch, they deserve the show.
“I’ll try,” Silva says with a smirk, and I open the door for her.
Izzy makes sure to lock up for us, while I help Silva down the stairs. She’s wearing snow boots that are adorable, and different from her usual combat ass kicking ones.
The conversation is easy and teasing as I walk her around to the passenger side door. Dating a woman is different from a man, but if Izzy would let me, I’d open his doors too.
The little shit is just very independent. That’s not to say Silva isn’t, but she’s letting me do the gentlemanly thing under the guise of a date. I need to do more of these things if it means she’ll let go a bit more.
The drive to the outdoor rink doesn’t have much traffic, and parking is easy.
“They rent skates inside,” she explains, grabbing my hand and dragging me inside.
There’s both outdoor and indoor rinks it seems, and one of the inside rinks is public, while the other is for hockey players. There are certain hours in which the outdoor rink is open, and Silva tells me about how sometimes the hockey team will train out there if the coach is pissed off at them.
It’s clean, well run, and everyone is really nice too.
I still get the wary glances until they see Silva, and then they seem to relax. I completely understand. If anyone in this town has experienced even a sliver of what Silva has, they’re right to worry. I’m a big guy, though I can play the nonchalant game too.
Unfortunately, when I’m standing, it’s more difficult to hide my size.
Skates in hand, we put them on and trudge out to the outdoor rink.
