Knocking loudly on her door, I wonder if her security unit is on. Who would answer if it was triggered? How safe is she really?
Forcing the racing questions to quiet, I attempt to ignore everything around me as I knock again.
“Stop knocking like she stole something, asshole,” Lexi says. “Syrus has a key, which means she might answer the door with a bat. Duck.”
She retreats back into the warmth of her house as the door opens and I reflexively step back and duck as something wooshes through the air.
“What do you want?” Silva asks. Her hair is down her back and messy, and she’s wearing a long sleep shirt and nothing else. It makes my mouth water despite every argument I’ve had with myself about women.
In her hands is a wooden bat, and I take the time to admire her stance. Damn, that would have hurt if she’d hit me with it.
Breathing deeply, I can smell bitter almonds in the air. My brain feels as if it’s rewiring as my nostrils flare, and I would swear I’ve been hit with a Mack truck. It takes everything inside of me not to throw myself at her.
It may have worked with Isidro, but he’s not scared of alphas. Silva is.
“Do you say good morning like this to everyone?” I rasp, straightening up. “Or am I special?”
“You’re something,” she mutters. “What do you want?”
“Coffee, if you’re offering,” I say with a smirk. “I’d also like a chat if you’re— Oof.”
Silva shoves the tip of the bat into my gut, nodding as she gets the reaction she wants. Fuck, I might puke up all this water I just drank. Gasping and coughing, I do my best to keep it down.
“You’re fucking feral,” I rasp.
“Nice of you to notice,” Silva mutters, turning to walk back inside.
Swallowing hard as I straighten, I stare at her, noticing as she glances over her shoulder, her bat dangling at her side.
“Have I scared you off yet?”
Hmm.
“Do I look easy to you?” I ask, stepping into the house after her.
I shouldn’t eat anything while I’m here, just in case she decides to poison me, right?
Silva
All I can smell is rum and vanilla, scents that I’m very well used to since I work in a bar. They’re also scents I’ve always loved. I may need to rethink that, now that I know they also belong to my scent match.
He smirks as he prowls into my home, and I’m instantly annoyed that I’m going to need to air everything out once he leaves. Holding back a whine, I toss the bat so I can catch it with a thud.
Ignore how sexy he looks, Silva.His red hair is drenched in sweat, and his sage green eyes gleam with curiosity and arousal. Everything about him screams danger, a very different vibe from the boy next door persona he typically has.
“If you purposelytook a route to my house for your run, then I’ll have to say that you do look that easy,” I grumble, leaving him behind to close my door while I go in search of coffee.
Hmmm, the kitchen has coffee.I may have snark in spades, but the weight of exhaustion I’m carrying is crushing. I woke up screaming several times last night, and finally gave up the ghost just before a certain alpha-hole began banging on my door.
I don’t trust that I’ll be able to find a nap without the ghosts of my past locating me.
“Touché,” he grunts, following me.
Once in my kitchen, he watches me as I bang around and set up my single serve coffee.
“Why were you screaming?” he asks once I turn around.
Dammit. I didn’t think you could hear that outside of my house. Fuck me.
