Chapter Five
Winter tossed and turned unable to sleep. He'd had an eventful day but, it could also be that his body hadn't calmed down since the kiss between him and Creed. Winter’s lips still tingled just thinking of their kiss.
Who would have thought that my mate was Richard's brother?Sighing, Winter threw the cover off and got out of bed.No use trying to sleep when it's not going to happen.
He looked at the time and knew that he had a good hour before Connor woke for his next feeding. Winter had become pretty accustomed to Connor’s scheduled over the past couple of weeks. Grabbing one of the baby books he'd gotten from Caroline and Richard's house, he headed downstairs to make some tea and read for the next hour. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he noticed the lamp was on in the living room.
Winter loved his modest three-bedroom two-and-a-half-bathroom house. He liked to call it his baby mansion. Winter fell in love with the kitchen the second he saw it. From the floor to ceiling cabinets and the large breakfast island with the table attached to it, and the dark brown bar stools that resembled chairs.
When he'd bought it, Caroline asked why he needed three bedrooms when it was only him that would be living there. Winter had shrugged his shoulders and told her he was preparing for the future. He entered the living room and saw Creed watching the television with the volume on mute.
"You know if you won't wake Connor if you turn the volume up."
Creed looked over his shoulder to him. "Yeah, I know," he said then smiled, and butterflies fluttered in Winter’s stomach.
"I guess it's going to take a while for you to be used to the different time zones."
"Yeah, but I'm used to my sleep bring fucked up. I guess it’s going to take time for me to get used to not being in the military anymore, either. Thanks for making me dinner, by the way.”
“You’re welcome. I figured you’d be hungry when you woke up.”
“How did you know?”
“Know what?”
“That I like roast beef.”
“It’s actually my favorite,” Winter told him.
“Well, I guess we have something else in common.”
Creed winked and the fluttering in his stomach intensified. Winter cleared his throat hoping to hide how affected he was by the other man as he stepped further into the room and sat on the opposite end of the couch.
He was aware they had a lot to talk about, but he didn't know where to start. He hadn't thought that when he found his mate, they would both be mourning. Winter had always imagined it would be like what he saw in the romance movies he and Caroline watched.
Reality is nothing like fiction.
"What are you thinking about?" Creed asked.
"How can you tell I'm thinking about something?"
"You're holding onto that book so tight your knuckles are turning white. Plus, the crease in your brows."
Winter looked down at his hands and realized that Creed was right. "Oh."
"So?"
"So what?" he asked confused.
"What were you thinking about?"
"I'm not sure I should tell you. Besides, it's silly; something that only happens in fairy tales."
"Nothing you have to say is silly."
Winter felt his face get warm as he looked down at the book in his hands.
"Tell me," Creed whispered.
