Page 33 of Packed in the Fire house

Walker snorted, and I glanced at the bowl in his lap. “Walker also has popcorn,” I pointed out.

Blaze frowned. “Do you prefer sweet or salty popcorn?”

Usually my answer would be sweet—I had such a sweet tooth—but after all the cookie baking, I was craving something different.

Scrunching my nose, I said, “Salty today, I think.”

Blaze pouted at me as Walker and Rune chuckled.

“I’ve got the salty popcorn,” Walker said.

“In that case, can I join?” I asked softly. If there was an empty couch, I would have opted for that, but the idea of being close to Walker’s scent again was appealing.

Walker tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Who said I was willing to share?” he asked with mock seriousness.

I snorted, wandering over and plopping down next to him, taking a moment to place the monitor on the coffee table, so I could clearly see Luka, before looking at Walker.

My hands shook ever so slightly as I did so, my entire body lighting up at the proximity to Walker’s scent.

“Well, seeing as I was so nice and shared the cookies…” I trailed off.

Walker shook his head, a grin plastered on his face. “You’ve got me,” he said ruefully.

“How does a fantasy movie sound?” Blaze asked, directing his question to me.

“Sounds wonderful. What do you guys usually watch?”

“Well,” Rune started, “we tend to watch mainly supernatural or fantasy shows and movies?—”

“We love dragons.” Blaze nodded with a faux serious look.

Rune shook his head, rolling his eyes, but kept talking. “Well, we tend to stick to that genre because if we watch anything that involves fire, police, or even medical, we tend to hate it.”

“Why?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.

“Because none of those shows get it right,” Walker said, offering me the bowl of popcorn. I took a handful with a smile.

“None of them?”

“It’s rare they do get something right, and instead of enjoying the show or film, we spend hours criticizing their every move because we know better.”

I winced. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

Blaze beamed. “So, dragons it is! No one can complain about dragons!”

“You’re not wrong there,” I agreed, sitting back and settling in as Blaze flicked through the movies until he found the right one.

Leaning back, I basked in their scents.

Even though the sofas were old and slightly lumpy, they were so comfortable because all my body could focus on was those sweet, smoky s’mores scent that surrounded me.

Without another word, Blaze started the movie.

My body couldn’t decide what it wanted to be. On the one hand, I was relaxed… so goddamned relaxed, I could have easily fallen asleep basking in that s’mores scent. Then again, every once in a while, their scents hit me in a way that made me tremble with need.

Desperately, I did my best to hide my reactions. If these alphas saw me shaking with need from a simple sniff, I would be completely humiliated.

Without even realizing it, Walker and I were both gravitating toward each other until our thighs were a mere hairbreadth away from touching.

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