Page 10 of Braax's Bride
Braax left her alone, shutting the door behind him as she got her bearings. Sofia had been focused onother thingslast night when he brought her to his bedroom.
Theirbedroom.
The bed was mussed, and she swiftly made it, fluffing pillows and straightening silky sheets that they had tousled about during the night… and morning.
The gray walls were bare, minimal furniture decorating the rest of the space. What appeared to be a dresser stood in the corner, and she figured she could put her clothes in there.
She stumbled to the bathroom, just as she had in the middle of the night, and jumped into the shower. It took her an embarrassingly long amount of time to figure out how to turn the thing on, but when she finally did, the heated jets of water soothed her aching muscles.
Nice and clean, Sofia dug through her suitcase for a simple ice blue tank top and black pants. She wasn’t sure if it was rude to wear clothes on Olara 8, but she just couldn’t imagine walking around nude with Braax breathing down her neck.
A sweet smell enveloped her as she cautiously opened the door. She found him in the kitchen, preparing some sort of food as she walked up to him.
“What are you making?” she asked, unable to stop the grin from spreading across her face.
He winked at her.
“Pancakes. I read they are an Earth delicacy.”
She couldn’t help but laugh, a pleasant flush burning her cheeks. Her husband furrowed his brow, a frown replacing his sweet grin. Oh, no, that’s not what she meant. She walked up to him, placing a hand on his cheek.
“Thank you, Braax. I love pancakes.”
When his smile returned, her heart fluttered, and he gestured towards the table near a window. Sofia took a seat, glancing at the beautiful day beyond. The suns shone in, casting dappled light in the cozy kitchen.
He placed a plate in front of her, piled high with steaming pancakes, his draconic face beaming with pride.
There didn’t appear to be any utensils—or butter or syrup—so she picked one up and took a bite as he watched her expectantly. A knot formed in her throat, partly from the dryness of the pancakes, but mostly because of the sweet gesture. Somehow, he was so eager to please her,in more ways than one.
When had Greyson ever made her breakfast?
Alright, she really needed to stop thinking of her ex-husband every time Braax did something nice for her. This wasn’t about him, not anymore.
“They’re really good,” she said after she finally swallowed the lump of pancake.
Honestly, not bad for a first try.
He grinned, brushing a tendril of hair behind her ear as she took another bite.
“I wanted to make you something before I leave for work.”
Work? Somehow, it hadn’t crossed her mind that her new husband would have to leave. Of course, he had a job.
“What do you do?” Sofia asked in between bites, as he sat down across from her.
“I am an architect. I designed this home, actually.”
Though the light had been low when they’d arrived last night, she recalled the sleek cabin nestled into the forest, reflective walls almost camouflaging the home. Solar leaves resembling the dense foliage of the surrounding trees adorned the roof, likely providing the energy to keep the systems running.
The sleek grays and minimal furniture surprised her, but the sweet touches were all Braax. Another vase with a single long-stemmed pink flower, a small chrome sculpture of a Hileth on the coffee table, a bookshelf filled with modern tomes.
“Well, it’s beautiful.”
“I am so glad you think so. I hope that you will be happy here.”
Sofia hoped so as well, though after less than a day, she was already feeling at home. More so than she had in a long time. His warm presence andvigorous fuckingmade him quite memorable, intriguing.
Wistful thoughts of her new husband bending her over the kitchen table were interrupted by his deep voice.