Page 26 of His Omega Bear

I grinned at him and nodded. “I’ll put these in the kitchen, then I’ll grab them.”

He nodded and looked around. “Where’s my girlfriend?”

Stripping out of his coat, he looked at me expectantly. “In her swing in the kitchen. You go see her, and I’ll grab the other bags.”

His eyes lit up as he made a beeline for the kitchen while I retrieved the bags from the car.

Once I’d returned with the rest of the groceries, Rhys stood from where he’d been sitting in front of Emilia and began emptying everything. He’d even bought PBA-Free containers for the cereals, pasta and stuff.

“You can never be too careful with chemicals in plastic. I would have purchased glass ones, but they were out. I can order you some online. Amazon has a million.”

It was cute how nervous he seemed. I didn’t know why, because I was enamored with him as much as he seemed to be with me.

“Can I help?” I asked, walking up stand inches from him. I could feel an intense heat radiating from him, and I wanted to feel it against my bare skin.

“Sure. Thank you.”

As we stood side by side at the sink, washing containers in comfortable silence, I stole glances at Rhys, admiring the way his brow furrowed in concentration, a lock of dark hair falling across his forehead. There was a vulnerability to him now, a softness that seemed to melt away the barriers between us. I itched to reach out and brush the lock out of his eyes, but I doubted he’d appreciate a soapy, wet hand in his face.

After we finished, Rhys turned to me, his green eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my heart race. “Thank you for inviting me over,” he said softly.

I smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. “Anytime,” I replied, sucking on my bottom lip.

Rhys hesitated, but watched my lip disappear, only to return a moment later. His chest rose and fell with deep labored breaths. The surrounding air sizzled with desire, want, and need. The smell of him made me crazy, and I really had to fight the urge to take him right here on the kitchen floor.

He swallowed audibly and fixed his eyes on mine. “I know this might look like a lot, but…” his shoulder lifted and dropped, “but your fridge was empty and you’re probably busy trying to settle in, and I didn’t want you to think you were alone here and you that don’t have anyone. Because you do. You have me.” He said all of that in a rush, barely drawing in a breath.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. His words hit me right in the chest, meaning more than it should have.

“I just…” he trailed off as his cheeks approached a new level of red, “I guess I wanted you to know that I care about you… both of you.” His gaze flickering to where Emilia happily enjoyed the swing, watching us.

His words hung in the air between us like a delicate promise, waiting to be acknowledged. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, a raw emotion that he seemed to struggle to contain. It was as if he were laying bare a part of himself that he had kept hidden for a long time, waiting for just the right time… and the right person to reveal it.

“I care about you too, Rhys,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, filling the room with a sense of inevitability and longing.

Rhys took a step closer, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat pulsing from his body. His hand reached out tentatively, hesitating for a moment before gently cupping my cheek. I leaned into his touch, sending a shiver down my spine, igniting a spark of desire that I had previously been too afraid to acknowledge.

Without another word, Rhys closed the gap between us, his lips meeting mine in a soft, tentative kiss. It was like a gentle awakening, a promise of something deeper.

As our lips met, a rush of emotions surged through me - desire, longing, and a sense of connection that I had never experienced before. Rhys's kiss was tender yet filled with unspoken promises, each brush of his lips against mine igniting a dormant fire within me. In that moment, it felt as though time stood still; the world fading away until all that existed was the two of us, lost in this newfound intimacy.

When we finally pulled away, Rhys's gaze bore into mine, his eyes darkened with a depth of emotion that mirrored my own. There was a silent understanding between us, a shared vulnerability that only brought us closer together. Without uttering a word, Rhys reached for my hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.

“Jaxson,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he searched my eyes for any sign of hesitation or doubt.

“I know,” I said. “I feel it too.”

That seemed to be enough. He smiled, then kissed my cheek before taking a step back. A new spirit and confidence took hold of him.

“Help me put stuff away. Don’t just stand there,” he teased, waiting for my reaction.

“I kinda like this sassy side of you. Is this who you really are?”

I couldn’t stop watching Rhys as he took in my words, his tall frame moving with purpose as he filled my kitchen with an abundance of food.

His eyes flitted to mine as he bit his lip. “Maybe. Guess you’ll have to find out.”

I growled, but couldn't help but feel a swirl of emotions within me. His green eyes flickered with a mixture of shyness and determination. The sight of him carefully placing Emilia's formula on the shelf alongside the fresh fruits and vegetables sent a pang of warmth through my chest.

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