Page 20 of Primal Bonds 1

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Page 20 of Primal Bonds 1

Adam bought me clothing? Why? What for? Clearly, I didn’t have clothes but…

I felt like my heart was about to both crush and burst at the same time as emotions stirred within me.

Why was he so nice to me? Or was he…

No. No. Couldn’t I just accept the fact that Adam was just very nice and not doing this sort of thing because he had a second agenda like most people I met?

“Thanks, Adam, but you didn’t really have to—”

He tsked. “Why can’t you just say thank you and that’s it?” His tone was hard and firm, which made me tense. I turned to him, and damn, he looked pissed as hell, frowning darkly.

I admit that frown of his, it was fearsome, but he stilllooked gorgeous, even more so with the frown, strangely enough.

I licked my lip. “Sorry… I…”

He sighed. “There you go again, thatsorry. Don’t be. You shouldn’t be sorry for whatever reasons. Like I told you before, stand firm on your ground. If I give you things, accept it. Now, go and get changed. Chase will have a heart attack if he sees you walking around looking like that, butt naked no less.”

I blushed hot on the face. He was right.

“Sor—” I stopped short and said, “I’ll get changed now.”

I got off the sofa and headed over to grab the shopping bags. They were quite heavy, so he must have bought more than just a few items for me.

I was out the door and walking toward the bedroom when I felt a hand around my arm, pulling me to a stop. I turned to see Adam who said, “Not that room. This one here.” He led me to the one next door.

Oh… So that room and bed I had slept in last night wasn’t supposed to be for me? I felt dumbfounded. I was about to say sorry again but caught myself in time.

Adam opened the door and then moved back, leaning his body against the frame. “You can use this room while you’re staying here.”

I looked around inside in awe. It was beautiful and luxurious and had a great view of the city, like one of those five-star hotels in those advertisements I had seen on ripped pages of magazines that flew about in the back alley of the streets. There was a big bed, a sofa, and even a study desk with a chair.

“The en suite is through that door and the walk-in closet that one,” Adam said, pointing to the doors inside the room.

“Thanks, Adam,” I said.

He reached out and ruffled my hair as he said, “That’s what you should be saying every time I do something nice for you. Good boy.” He straightened and then left me to it.

Alone, I entered the room, and suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotions—wonderful ones. My own room and so fucking luxurious, too. Shit, I felt so lucky.

Yes, this might be only for a short while, but… Heck, I was going to enjoy it, make the most of it.

Suddenly, Kuro and Aka came into my mind. It’s okay, I told myself, once we’ve found each other, we’d work hard and get to something like this someday. I mean, not exactly like this, but at least having a nice place of our own: bedrooms, bathroom, living room and kitchen and laundry. The normal stuff people took for granted. And a fridge. Yes, a fridge and freezer with food in it.

I inhaled a deep breath and then started going through what Adam had bought me. Surprisingly, they were very normal things for boys my age. There were three pairs of jeans, two track pants, two sets of pajamas, five hoodies, five t-shirts, five sweaters, two packs of underwear with a set of five boxer briefs each, two packs of socks with five pairs each, a pair of very expensive-looking sneakers, and a thick jacket with hoodies. There were even two caps, too.

Caps and hoodies. The things I could wear to hide my fox ears.

I was… dumfounded and, naturally, overwhelmed.

Clothes.There were so many brand-new clothes, the likes of which I hadn’t had before. Back at the institute, we wore what second-hand clothing we were given, which wasn’t much, and during my days in the streets, what was on me and in my backpack, the one which was no longer with me when Tony and his gang had chased after me, that was it. But now…

I turned to look at the array lying on the bed, and I swallowed hard.

“Adam…” I said the man’s name softly.

It was ten minutes later when I returned to the living room, now wearing proper clothing—underwear underneath with a pair of jeans and a gray-colored hoodie. I even had socks on, too.

The moment I stepped foot through the door, a delicious aroma greeted me and my mouth watered. I eagerly went to sit on the bar stool and leaned over the countertop to check what Adam was cooking. It smelled like steak.




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