“Why are you looking at me like that?” Winter touched the lift side of his face.
I love you and want to spend the rest of my life loving you.Creed wanted to say. “You’re beautiful,” he said instead.
“Men aren’t beautiful,” Winter said, but Creed could see the slight blush on his face.
“I disagree with you on that.”
“If you’re trying to get into my pants by flattering me, you don’t have to. Because I’m already yours.”
“Yes, you are,” Creed whispered. He realized that he didn’t want to waste any more time to make sweet slow love to his mate. He wanted to relearn and memorize every one of Winter’s pleasure spots.
* * *
Winter wokeup and looked at Creed who was sleeping soundly. He got out of bed quickly and ran to the bathroom throwing up everything he’d eaten that day. That was the fourth time that week he had vomited. The first time was in the morning after he’d eaten, the other times were during different moments of the day. He hoped he wasn't getting sick. It wouldn’t be good to give Connor whatever he got. Going over to the sink he washed out his mouth.
Raising his head he smiled at his reflection. His body ached, and even though he'd just emptied the contents of his stomach, he had thatI've been fucked within an inch of my lifeexpression.
He reached up combing his fingers through his hair noting that he needed to get a haircut.Maybe I should grow it back out. I miss having my platinum tips.He’d cut his shoulder-length hair a year ago, feeling the need for a new look, to seem a bit older than his age. A look that wasn’t him.Time to get back to the real me.
Turning away from the mirror, he padded over to the shower turning it on then getting in once the temperature was right. His mind drifted back to the phone call he'd gotten earlier that day, he planned on taking the job, no matter what they offered, it was a position he'd wanted for a long time. At first, he'd been content being a high school teacher until he started teaching at Golden Valley College during the summer months. He felt a new drive to be more.
After he'd talked it out with Caroline, she'd encouraged him to go back to school, and he did, going as far as getting his Ph.D. in Education, and applied to be a full-time college professor. He wasn't surprised when he didn't get the first job he applied for, but he never gave up. He continued to teach part-time during the summer, hoping one-day the opportunity would present itself for him to get what he'd work so hard for.
So why do I feel so guilty?
He couldn’t ignore the hollow feeling inside of him. It was as if he shouldn't be happy about the good things that were happening in his life. His mate had literally shown up on his doorstep, and he was falling in love for the first time. But before all of that he had a constant presence in his life that was no longer there. A friend he'd call when something new and exciting happened in his life. He'd always had Caroline to celebrate with and with her being gone, he wasn't sure if he had the right to such happiness in his life.
Gods, why is everything so fucked up?
Winter finished his shower and went to get dressed without waking his mate. He was surprised when his stomach rumbled, and he had a sudden craving for potato chips, peanut, and marshmallow fluff at the same time.
