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Calvin was right; this feeling of needing him is scary. Honestly it’s downright terrifying. But so is jumping out of a plane and people do that all the time. Sometimes the most fun things in life take a little courage to take that leap and it’s the same for this relationship. I look forward to the fun adventures we have ahead, starting with some phenomenal makeup sex.

Chapter Thirteen

Calvin

I lay on my stomach,the sheets only covering my ass and below. Wilson runs the back of his knuckles up and down my spine, making me feel like Theodore or Frederick, content as a cat. I look over at Wilson, my chest filling with overwhelming warmth. I’m so glad I caught him last night because not having him by my side, despite it only being a short time, was too long. If I can help it, I’d like to never experience that again.

It’s weird. I feelgoodabout being with Wilson, despite how adamant I always was that I didn’t want an alpha in my life. I’m giving myself permission to change my mind when it comes to being ‘tied down’ because having my life tied with Wilson’s brings me more joy than I thought possible.

“What are you thinking about?”

I look into Wilson’s dark brown eyes and smile. “Lots of things.”

“Care to share?”

I shrug as best as I can while laying on my belly. I lean my head against my arm, getting more comfortable as I gaze over at the man I can see myself callingmy alpha. “I’m just really happy.”

“Oh,” Wilson breathes, his grin stretching from ear to ear, the sight making my stomach flutter pleasantly. “Good. I’m really happy too. And I can’t wait for the shit we get into in the future.”

“Me too. I think we should take a vacation soon. Just pack up the car and drive for a while.”

“I’d like that,” Wilson says, his hand continuing its path up and down my back, making me shiver. He leans over, kissing my shoulder. “I’m sure my parents will watch the fur babies for us.”

There’s something about Wilson referring to Frederick and Theodore like they’reoursthat fills me with pride and warmth. Who knew I’d love being a cat dad despite not wanting any pups of my own? A different brand of dad that fits me far better.

“I still owe your mom a proper sit down with dinner,” I tell him with a snort. “I told her I would when you got your wisdom teeth out.”

“Oh my god,” Wilson says, rubbing at his nose. “That’s what spooked you, wasn’t it?”

I bury my face in his pillow and let out a long groan. “Maybe?” I uncover my face slightly. “Sorry? I’m very spookable.”

Wilson flips me over and crawls between my legs, peppering my face with kisses and making me laugh. “That’s okay. If you’ll let me, I’ll be here to help you be brave.”

“You’re such a charmer,” I say, deflecting his words. Yes, I’m completely onboard with this relationship, but that doesn’t mean I’ve completely conquered these feelings that rise up inside of me when Wilson says things like that.

“Only because I’m finally allowed to say whatever comes into my head.”

“I like it,” I tell him honestly, kissing his lips. The kiss goes on for a bit, staying slow and sensual, as our hands run over each other’s bodies.

Wilson moves his mouth away from mine, kissing along the side of my neck. A thrill runs through me as he runs his teeth over the sensitive skin. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Would you ever wanna change your brand at the studio?”

I raise my brow. “What do you mean?”

“You’re dominant, Calvin,” Wilson explains gently, his hands never stopping their movement over my warm skin, “would you ever wanna do videos like that?”

I run my hands over his sides as I think. “I’m sorry in advance for how cheesy this is going to sound but, no. I like keeping that part private. I like saving it just for you.”

Wilson’s face breaks out inside a wide smile, one that has my breath hitching. “Oh. Wow, I didn’t peg you as the hopeless romantic but alright, I like it.”

I throw my leg over Wilson’s hip, flipping us over so I’m hovering over him. “Oh my god, never call me that again.”

Wilson and I both giggle, dissolving into more kisses. I kiss along his jaw, loving the way he lets me have my way with him, tilting his head to give me more room. God, I just love him so fucking much. “Now I have a question for you,” I say between kisses.

“Shoot.”

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