“I’d like to make you dinner.”
What?
I twist my head, but one look at that intense gaze, and I have to look away. Slick pools between my legs, and it’s hard, so hard to think.
“Dinner?” I murmur.
“Yes, let me make you dinner. You’ve been up and running around looking after everyone; let me take care of you.”
“Fox tattled on me about that, too, huh?”
Katsu huffs a laugh, and I lean back against his chest, feeling suddenly faint. His arms fold around me, holding me up, forcing the world to go away.
“You are so potent,” I murmur in a daze
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, I like it.”
His scent of spices, incense, and warmth spikes in the air, getting even more alluring, but my scent mixes with his in a way I’ve never smelled it before, bringing a cool and the scent of azaleas to mix in a perfectly intoxicating blend.
“So, dinner?” I say in desperation. “When?”
“Now, I’ll cook. You go and have a shower, relax, and when you come down, we will eat and leave.”
“You’ll leave?” I don’t want them to leave.
“Yes, until you are absolutely sure about us. And you will be.”
He’s staying; he’s not going anywhere. The relief hits me hard, and my fingers clench around his wrist.
“I have no plans for a pack. I was going to be alone forever,” I mutter, trying to explain everything. While I stare at the familiar green-painted kitchen cabinets. Is this really happening?
“Silly Omega,” Katsu murmurs.
It doesn’t occur to me until I’m in my bedroom looking at the photo of Gale that there’s a reason why I can’t be with them.
I have a quick shower and get dressed in a maxi dress and a thigh-length black cardigan.
When I pad down the stairs, I find that there are four plates, and Katsu is dishing up pasta onto them.
I slide into the chair, but then realise we don’t have four chairs; we only have two because there was never anyone else but us. I hesitate, then pick up my dish and go into the lounge room, setting it down on the coffee table while I open the blinds so I can see the night.
They sit on the couch, and I sit down on the ground, trying to put plenty of space between us. Before I can grab my plate, Sebastian grabs me and pulls me back so I’m leaning against the couch between him and Fox. I start eating and moan in delight.It’s a stir-fry, but the flavours are amazing. I wonder if he will give me the recipe.
We eat in silence for several minutes, but like all good things, this too had to end.
“I’m moving in with Katsu and Fox.”
He’s moving?
The pasta turns to cement in my throat.
“Oh, where are you going?” I strangle out.
“The O’Grady house.”
I choke. “That’s right next door.”
