Page 11 of True for You

“It might be. It’s athingI’m only just realizing which is kinda fun.”

“Gotta love when that happens,” Christopher says with a wide smile, handing me a tissue to clean my stomach with. As I do that, he slips a pair of boxers on before getting back into bed by me.

Once I’m clean with my boxers and shirt back on, we cuddle again. I could get very, very used to this.

“I wanna take another nap,” Christopher tells me, a yawn slipping through the words.

“That sounds nice to me.”

“When we wake up, will you make me some garlic knots?”

“Do you have the ingredients to make garlic knots?”

“Mhmm,” he hums, nuzzling against my side. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight. My chest feels near bursting with how perfect this moment is and instead of staying awake, I let myself sink into the moment and savor it. My eyes grow heavy and this time I don’t fight it.

“Okay. It’s a date.”

“I like the sound of that,” he says before he falls asleep, the sound of his tiny snores adorable in my ears. The sound of his snores lull me into sleeping myself.

Chapter Six

Christopher

I stand in my kitchen,my hip leaning against the cabinet as I watch Parker navigate my space. It’s incredibly endearing and my heart does a funny little flip. He’s here, in my space, making himself feel at home. It makes my inner omega melt with happiness.

Parker has made homemade dough in order to make my garlic knots. My mouth waters as I smell them cooking in the oven. I’m so fucking excited for this. I’m almost positive these knots are gonna be better than sex and that’s saying something because Ithoroughlyenjoyed what we did earlier.

I always worried that being an asexual sex line operator would make me the opposite of an ideal mate. But the universe saw those worries and laughed, giving me the perfect alpha for me. He was so sweet and made sure I was comfortable and okay with what we were doing. Part of me was worried he’d stop touching me all together which is the opposite of what I want. My love language is touch and I love hugs and snuggles and gentle kisses. Some people have a hard time understanding that sexual attraction is different than touch aversion or libido. I like being touched and sometimes I get horny, that doesn’t make me any less ace.

Parker stirs a stick of butter on the stove, adding random spices and garlic to the pot. I just barely keep a moan at bay as the aromatics hit the air. God, this is going to be so fucking good.

Maybe I have two love languages; touch and food.

“You’re the best alpha,” I tell him, watching him work, eager for the food to finish cooking so it can be in my belly.

Parker’s face lights up, his eyes darting away from the stove to meet mine. “Just for cooking for you? That’s all it took?”

“Yes,” I say seriously. “And you’re aesthetically pleasing, I guess.”

Parker stutters for a moment, his face getting the cutest pink hue to it. “I’ve never had someone call me that before but coming from you I like it. I’m glad you think so.”

“God, we’re already awful,” I say with a whine, shaking my head. “We’ve only just met and we’re alreadythatcouple. I hate us.”

“You do nothateus. We’re great.”

“See!” I point at him accusingly. “You’re purposely leaning into it now!”

“What do you mean?” He tilts his head, his voice taking on this higher tone to it. “We’re the bestest couple ever because the universe destined us. It’s soromantic, Christopher. Destined lovers.”

I push off the counter, turning my back to Parker like I’m gonna leave the room. “That’s it. That’s the last straw. I’m out of here.”

A surprised noise leaves my lips as strong arms wrap around my middle, holding me against Parker’s chest. “Nope,” he murmurs, kissing the side of my head over and over, until I’m helplessly giggling. “I’ve got you and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

For a moment I fight it before going still in his arms, leaning against him. “Okay,” I whisper, turning around and looking up at him. “I guess I’ll stay. For you.” Parker leans down and kisses me. If this was a romance movie my leg would be popping behind me and I would swoon so Parker would have to catch me. But this isn’t a romance movie thankgod. Instead I’m just overcome with butterflies.

“See,” he whispers with a grin, “weareromantic.”

“Whatever.”

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