Page 19 of Primal Bonds 1

Tears were brewing in my eyes as I ate. Damn, I couldn’t believe I was crying simply because I was eating food. But a meal had been hard to come by, and managing to get one every few days for the past year had been a blessing. The ones Adam gave me, the pasta last night and now this French toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon, were simply divine.

Once again, I felt that warm, fluffy sensation caressing my chest, that nice feeling I felt when Mom had been around. Adam gave me that feeling—those soft, cozy sensations that made my head dazed. Instantly, his face appeared in my mind’s eye, and I sighed.

He was so handsome, wearing that sleek, powerful suit and his hair combed back. I bet women drooled over his good looks.

Speaking of women, I wondered if he had a girlfriend. If so, would she be turning up unannounced? What if she saw me? Fuck, I hoped like hell she wouldn’t turnup. That meant I had to get well as soon as possible and leave so I wouldn’t bother Adam and his girlfriend.

My plate empty, I got down from the bar stool and headed around the countertop over to the other side. I started cleaning up and I was just finishing when my gaze came to rest on the refrigerator. Adam did say I could eat whatever I wanted, right?

The temptation was damn strong. I couldn’t help myself and headed over and opened the door.

Food!There was so much food in there, and I swallowed hard at the sight. My hands were shaking as I mindlessly reached inside and slid out one of the two containers and then took an apple. It was large and bright red and looked so good. I brought it to my mouth and took a bite. I felt my knees weaken as the fresh, juicy apple exploded inside my mouth, the flavor playing havoc with my taste buds.

I slid down and sat on the floor as I ate, my heart bursting with a sense of happiness and sadness.

Kuro. Aka. Were they alright? Did they have enough to eat?

I rested back against the fridge and sighed. I had to search for them. It didn’t matter how long it’d take me, I’d continue to search for them.

Once I finished with the apple, I got up and took another from the fridge, then headed into the living area. After turning on the television, I sat on the luxurious sofa and watched whatever show was on. I hadn’t watched TV much before, just whenever I happened to pass by one of those old stores that sold second-hand television sets and other gadgets and the screen had thenews or an advertisement on. It never interested me much, simply because I couldn’t relate. Everyone on TV was always so beautiful and very normal. They didn’t have animal ears and small fangs like me.

Finishing the apple, I lay across the sofa, resting my head on one of the throw pillows, making myself comfortable.

Soft.The sofa was so damn soft. A far cry from the hard bed at the dorm of the institute and the cold stone ground of the back alley.

I buried my face against the throw pillow, inhaling deeply. That scent, it smelled like Adam. Well, this was his place, so of course his scent would be all over it. His shirt, too.

I touched the collar of the shirt and brought it close to my nose and inhaled. Beautiful aroma, of something so unique, the likes of which I hadn’t smelled before, caressed my nostrils.

“Adam…” I whispered the man’s name softly.

Once again, I felt that warm sensation about my chest and I closed my eyes, just savoring the moment I knew I might never get to experience a second time, and soon, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was to the feeling of a hand on the side of my face, and I opened my eyes. The moment I saw Adam sitting there so damn close to me, I felt my heart race and I said, my face flushing hot, “Adam.”

The man asked, “Have you been sleeping all day?”

I rubbed my eye and asked, “What time is it?”

“Five in the afternoon,” he said.

Five?I had been sleeping all day.Shit!

Adam stood. “You didn’t have lunch, did you?”

Just as he asked that, my stomach decided to growl noisily.

Adam ruffled my hair and said, “I’ll cook dinner. Chase will be here soon.”

“Chase?” I asked.

“Doctor,” Adam said as he headed into the kitchen.

His friend. Right.

He was rolling up the sleeves of his shirt when he looked over his shoulder at me and said, “Why don’t you get dressed properly?” He nodded toward the armchair. “I’ve bought a few things for you. Tell me if they don’t fit.”

I turned to the armchair and saw shopping bags, luxurious and expensive-looking ones. I had to blink twice to fully register what that meant.