Page 29 of What the Hex

Yes, of course, he had looked there. He wasn’t an idiot. “What’s that?”

“What’s a dresser?”

Was King asking him? Was this a test?

“You know what, never mind.” He marched past Storm, catching his hand as he did, and dragged him toward the bedroom.

Staring down at their linked fingers, Storm giggled. Just being able to hold the guy’s hand felt like winning the lottery.

“Are you drunk?”

“I am intoxicated by you.”

King looked back at him with a wrinkled nose and creased brow. “Okay, I’m going to find you some clothes, then I’m calling Priya.”

“Cool. Who’s Priya?”

“Oh, for the love of…” He trailed away with an exasperated huff. “You. Sit.” Taking Storm’s wrist, he guided him to the foot of the bed and pushed at his shoulders until he sank onto the burgundy comforter. “Just stay there.”

“Okay.” He liked this game. It was fun, and he was good at it.

King took two steps, stopped, then reached over the bed for one of the pillows. “Here.” Unceremoniously, he stuffed it into Storm’s lap. “You’re going to put someone’s eye out with that thing.”

It seemed his mate had a real problem with nudity. It was freaking adorable. Although, it could make certain activities more challenging.

“How long have we been mated?”

King paused with a drawer halfway open. “Almost two days.”

Wow. Two whole days. “Have we kissed?”

“Yes.”

Damn, he wished he could remember that. It had probably been awesome. “Have we had sex?”

King made a choking sound in the back of his throat. “No.”

Thank the goddess. He’d hate himself if he’d forgotten that. “Have you ever had sex?”

The choking turned into hacking coughs, and King gripped the white tee in his hands until his knuckles cracked. Eventually, with a few gasping breaths, he managed to get himself under control.

“I don’t think we need to talk about that right now.”

Storm took that as a no. Which explained a lot, like the guy’s aversion to nudity. For a minute, he’d been worried that King just didn’t want to see him naked.

“Please put these on.” His mate handed him the T-shirt and a pair of navy pants. Then he immediately put his back to him. “Do you need anything else?”

Storm stared down at his bare feet and wiggled his toes. “Do I have any…feet gloves?”

“Feet…you mean, socks?”

“Sure.”

King dug through another drawer and tossed him a pair of white…socks. “I’m going to call Priya now. Do you think you can handle this?”

He pulled the T-shirt on, only getting his head stuck in the sleeve once before finding the neck hole. “I can dress myself.”

King held his hands up as he backed out of the room. “Just checking.”