Page 14 of F Is for Honey Bee

Kijani opened the driver’s door and pushed the seat all the way back. When he maneuvered into the seat, the steering wheel was almost touching his gut and his knees were jammed against the dash. This was not a car for someone six feet five inches with the frame of a grizzly bear.

“Maybe I should drive,” Jonah said from outside the driver’s door.

Maneuvering around proved challenging. It had been easier getting into the car than out of it. Plus, he couldn’t hold on to the blanket while struggling.

Kijani’s heart raced like a hummingbird’s wings when Jonah grabbed his arm and attempted to pull him out. His teal-green eyes, which seemed to hold all the colors of the ocean, drew Kijani in until he was completely lost in them.

Just like he had when he’d first met his mate, until he realized what he was doing and looked away. Damn if they weren’t the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen.

“It’s like trying to remove a ten-ton elephant.” Jonah grunted and strained, his efforts to move Kijani almost comical.

“I’m not that damn big.” Kijani chuckled, loving how red his mate’s cheeks were from his exertion.

“Your densely packed muscles definitely weigh a few tons.” With a sigh of defeat, Jonah finally gave up and let Kijani’s arm go, even though Kijani wanted his mate to hold on to it forever. “Your biceps are nearly as big as my head.”

“It’s not my fault this car was made for ants,” Kijani grumbled as he finally worked his way out of the cramped space.

“If you weren’t so shredded, you could’ve fit with no issues. Just get in before I strap you to the roof instead.” Jonah readjusted the seat and slipped inside.

Kijani smirked as he made his way around to the passenger side, pleased with the compliment about his physique.

“Your blanket!” Jonah jumped out and threw the blue fabric over the roof of the car.

With quick reflexes, Kijani caught it in one hand. How had Jonah not noticed he was naked when he’d gotten out? “Wouldn’t want my bare ass touching your fancy cloth seats.”

Eyes bulging, Jonah cheeks blossomed with fire. “That’s not why… Just get in!” He practically dove into the car, disappearing from sight in an amusing blur.

The entire ride passed in silence, only broken when Kijani had to give directions. It seemed Jonah didn’t want to talk, and Kijani wasn’t going to force him to. Besides, Kijani was trying to work out in his head how his mate knew about his world.

However he’d discovered it, the experienced wasn’t a good one.

Jonah pulled into the driveway and parked right behind Kijani’s dark red Toyota Tundra. This time it wasn’t as drastic a struggle to get out of the Fiat. He led his mate inside, his fist curled around the edges of the blanket.

He couldn’t wait to shed the damn thing.

“Make yourself at home while I put some clothes on.” Kijani turned on a few lights as he walked to his bedroom. He threw on some training pants and a T-shirt, returning to find Jonah standing in his living room, staring at the blank television screen.

He couldn’t tell what was going through his mate’s mind, but Jonah was buried somewhere inside his head. His expression was bleak while he chewed at his bottom lip. Kijani’s wolf whimpered at seeing the guy appearing so lost, and damn if he didn’t want to wipe away whatever had Jonah looking that way.

“Here’s your blanket.” Kijani held it out like a peace offering.

Jonah jerked and faced him, giving him a strained smile as he took it. “I think I fell asleep on my feet.”

Kijani didn’t call him on the lie.

“Your couch looks comfy.” Jonah sat and kicked off his shoes. “Can I have a pillow and a bigger blanket?”

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask what was bothering his mate. He wanted to help in any way possible, but that was hard to do when Jonah was so closed off.

So Kijani grabbed a pillow and blanket from the hall closet and handed them over, lingering, hoping Jonah would let him in, even just a little. Kijani knew about Flint but not the details of their relationship. He also knew Jonah had a secret but not what it pertained to.

When it came to his mate, Kijani knew a lot about nothing.

“Thank you.” Jonah grabbed the bedding, seeming more exhausted than before. “I’ll be out of your hair in the morning.” He yawned.

“There’s no need to rush out.” Kijani stood there like a lump, unsure what to say next. The easiness between them seemed to have evaporated, and he missed it. He wanted more of his mate’s wit, more of his sassiness.

Anything other than the gloominess that kept clouding his handsome face.

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