I sigh and press my fingers to my forehead. “With my father and everything. I need to get out of the house for a bit. It’s eating me alive.”
His brows raise. “Sounds like you might want to talk about it.”
“Get fucked.”
Felix chuckles. “But if you do want to talk, you know where I am.”
“I know.”
When we arriveat the main town of the district, there are many volunteers to help out and show support. It’s not uncommon to get suspicious looks from people when they know exactly who my father is, but I want to do things like this to prove we have different outlooks on life.
And to see my mate.
I’ve already spotted him, but he doesn’t know I’m here.
We’re split into different groups to help with different projects, and as soon as I notice Evan is given the job of helping to paint, I step up to join him. No one dares to point me in a different direction, and I hate using my power to get what I want, but in this case, it’s harmless.
When I step inside the children’s home, I work my way through the house until my eyes fall on the head of curly blond hair. I linger by the door, watching him whistle and paint the wall a sky-blue colour.
I slowly creep towards him, listening as he starts to sing softly, words of a song I don’t know. He stands up and brushes a hand over his knee as I stop directly behind him.
“What song is that?” I ask.
Evan jumps and twists to face me, blue paint splatting me directly in the chest. He watches me with wide eyes and pants to catch his breath. “Caleb,” he exhales as he looks up at me. “W-what are you–”
When his eyes dip down to my T-shirt, his cheeks redden.
“You not happy to see me, pups?”
He swallows as he meets my eyes. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“I wanted to see you.”
“You did?”
“Yes, that’s why I’m here.”
His eyes dart to the mess he made as he runs a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, I ruined your T-shirt.”
I glance down to find paint dripping. It’s the last of my worries. But instead of making a fuss, I tug it over my head in one swift movement, leaving my torso bare.
Evan’s gaze lands on my tattooed skin. I think he’ll glance away, but he takes his time. The corners of my mouth begin to lift as my body hums at the heat of his stare. My wolf particularly enjoys that he’s shamelessly checking me out.
Before, he’d barely look at me for more than a second. Now, it’s as if he can’t get enough.
A soft chuckle bursts from me, his eyes dilating as he studies my pierced nipples. “My eyes are up here,” I rasp.
He lifts his head, and his blush darkens. “I know?—”
I laugh again and cup his jaw, my thumb running over his chin. “You wanna look, look.”
Evan shudders. “You have so many tattoos.”
“Yeah.” I nod as I focus on his eyes. “Think I’ve got some you haven’t seen up close yet.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip to stop my grin when his neck crawls with heat.
“Do you like torturing me?”
