I drive a sedan for now, but will be switching to my SUV once the first snow fall hits. Winters can be brutal in Colorado.
Hefting myself out of the vehicle, I lock up and walk up the driveway to join Silva. I can see the shadows in her eyes today and surprise both of us by lifting her into my arms.
“My legs aren’t broken,” she mumbles, laying her head on my shoulder.
“I know, baby. Just let me carry you,” I murmur, taking her keys from her to let us into her house. “I got you.”
Silva sighs a little as I lock the door behind us and points up the stairs. This house is really big for one person, but my understanding is that there was a neighborhood already here when she found the town. It was abandoned housing, left behind when the housing bubble burst, and the developers pulled out.
This neighborhood already had plumbing, electricity, and was fully functional, making it the perfect place for them.
I just don’t understand what she and the other girls who started this town were running from.
I climb the stairs in the darkness, finding that the house is in perfect order. Nothing is on the floor, and it’s very clean.
“First door on the right is mine,” she says around a yawn.
“Silva,” I groan. “Baby, you’re definitely close to passing out.”
“So get in with me,” she replies. “The tub is huge. That's one of the reasons that I picked this house when we decided to stay here.”
I’ve mostly heard rumors about why she decided to found Widows Peak, which led to her and her friends founding a town as a haven for omegas and betas. No one talks too loudly about it, as if it’ll bring bad luck to us.
While I can understand that, I really want to learn more about Silva.
“Any other reason?” I ask, flicking on the light switch in her bedroom, to find that it turns on the wall sconces over her bed. Upon a closer glance, I see that they’re ravens holding a light in their beaks.
It’s whimsical in a dark way. That’s Silva though, you really never know where a conversation with her will lead you. I’m constantly surprised by her.
“The ceilings are lower in this house, and there’s a small room off this bathroom. I’m not sure if it’s supposed to be for an office or a nursery, but I use it for my nest,” she explains.
Knowing now that there’s a connected bathroom, I walk across the room to find it. There’s a sliding switch for the lights, and I make sure there’s just enough lighting for me to see as I place her on the counter.
Turning toward the tub, I snort as I gaze at it.
“It’s big enough for two huge alphas to sit inside it,” I chuckle, turning on the water.
“God, I hope not,” she grins, her green eyes sparkling. “I always forget it’s this big. I was wondering if you’d fit inside with me.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, filling the tub and finding the bath salts to dump some in. “Is that what you want? I bet I’d make a decent pillow.”
I want her to teach me how to wash her hair so I won’t fuck it up and have her let me dry it. I’ve never wanted to do that before. Was I protective of the girls I’ve dated previously? Kind of, but I worked so much, the job was my relationship.
It was a fucking soulless and crushing job. The level of corruption meant nothing was really ever accomplished. I don’t need accolades, just the knowledge that I fucking did something that meant a damn.
The tub fills quickly, and I straighten to help Silva out of my sweatshirt and the gorgeous corset she’s wearing. Her body makes my mouth water, but I focus on taking care of her instead. Her lids are heavy, as are her limbs as she raises her arms.
“Baby, you are wrecked tonight,” I murmur worriedly. I help her out of the rest of her clothing, happy when she can carry her own weight when she hops off the ledge to take off her shoes and pants.
“The guys got a little fired up tonight about a pick up football game happening tomorrow. How there’s so much testosterone at times between them is beyond me,” she mumbles.
My lips twitch in amusement as I undress as well, and then get us both situated in the tub after I turn off the water. Water sloshes over the side as we displace it, and I promise myself that I’ll mop it up with towels later. Her hair is gathered on top of her head in a bun, allowing me access to her neck to kiss it.
“Being knotless doesn’t cut off our testosterone,” I tease her. “A couple of guys on the police force are on that football league. It’s four teams, and they cycle out their games, but the rivalry is fierce.”
“You don’t play?” she asks.
“I’m usually working so everyone else can play,” I explain.
