Page 49 of A Love Bite
“Yes, well, someone also shifted into a wolf for the first time before that marathon sex romp, so… I’m betting it’s normal for me to feel exhausted yet.”
I laugh and kiss her temple. “If you get up, I’ll make us coffee.”
“Make an entire pot.”
I burst out laughing. “I was going to.”
“Good. You know what else sounds good?”
“What?”
“Eggs. Bacon. Pancakes. Waffles would be even better. Oh, French toast! I can never make that right. It always gets too eggy. I think that means I flip them earlier than I should, but I try to wait longer and still… Sausage would be good. Do you patties? I prefer them to links, but links work too. I’m not too picky.”
I snort. “Not too picky but you want a gourmet breakfast?”
“Ah…” Her cheeks turn pink. “I’m just really hungry. We can go out to eat at a diner. I didn’t mean to suggest that you should cook for me.”
I cup her face and rub her cheek. “One, I can cook. I don’t cook breakfast all that often because I don’t usually eat breakfast, what with a bartender and the bar closing at the time it does. That said, I might’ve stocked up in preparation for this.”
“You knew I would be ravenously hungry?”
“I suspected, yes. Why don’t you hop in the shower while I whip something up for us?”
“I would love that,” she says softly, brushing back my hair from my forehead. “Thank you. You’re so good to me.”
“I try.”
The smile she gives me… the sparkle in her eyes… I couldn’t love this woman more. She’s everything to me.
And now that I’ve bitten her, gave her a little love bite, she’s a werewolf too.
My mate.
I still can’t believe it.
I point her in the direction of the bathroom and then head to the kitchen before I realize I’m naked. I’m not about to make bacon and risk getting splattered by hot grease so I return to my room. I shove on the clothes from last night and return to the kitchen, whistling as I work.
I feel almost domesticated. Right now, the rival pack feels so utterly far away.
All that matters is Alex.
I don’t own a waffle maker, so I make us pancakes instead. Eggs and bacon are also on the menu. I wish I had sausage, whether links or patties, but I don’t. I do also make toast, and I’m arranging everything on the table by the time Alex enters the kitchen.
“This is something I could get used to,” she says appreciatively.
“Whatever your heart desires is yours,” I assure her as I pull out a kitchen chair.
Alex kisses me before sitting in her seat. I push her in and then sit across from her.
“Dig in,” I tell her, waving my hands over the table.
Alex blinks a few times but makes no move to fill her plate.
My heart skips a beat. “What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“This just… I wish every morning could be like this.”
“It can be. It will be,” I assure her.