Page 186 of Fated to the Hunters
“I don’t.”
“Good, because the longer you want to wait the more it’ll torture Ezra and I’m all for that.”
She laughed and leaned her head back, watching a group of students pass by. “You two are in such a sweet love-hate relationship.”
“I might kneel down and propose to him with a cock ring just to fuck with him.”
“Only if you let me watch and I don’t have to stitch either of you back together.”
“I can’t promise the latter.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed each of her fingers. “I love watching you blossom into the woman you’re becoming.”
“Thank you. It feels really good. I mean, it still feels surreal and often too much, but then I just curl up in your arms and I know I’m home and exactly who I’m supposed to be.”
“No growth comes without growing pains. You are doing fantastic.”
“When are you going to hunt again?”
“Why? Are you going to join us?”
Scarlett only offered him a smile. “I’ll be cheering you on from afar, spoiling your sore bodies once my brave heroes return.”
“We have an eye on a few vampire sightings, but nothing certain yet.”
“More like a spontaneous thing?”
“Yes. Until then, I’ll be your househusband and take care of my beautiful wife.”
Scarlett bathed in his compliments for a little while longer, before kissing him goodbye and reminding him when her last class ended—as if he didn’t already know her schedule by heart.
He was about to drive off when he got a rather unusual call. “Hi Kurt.”
“Hi,” as always Kurt sounded rather reserved. They still hadn’t truly warmed up to each other—Ezra especially traded disgusted glares with Kurt across the table every Sunday. “Scarlett told me about the whole something borrowed, new, and blue thing.”
“She has?”
“Yeah. I have something blue for her. Do I just give it to her?”
“We thought we should surprise her with it before the ceremony. Do you want to give it to her yourself?”
“I thought we weren’t supposed to see her,” Kurt said. “She said something about surprising everyone.”
“Ah, yes. She did say she wouldn’t tell you which dress she’d chosen in the end. I’m just an hour away. Would you like me to pick it up and keep it safe?”
“Sure.” And without another word, the call disconnected.
Mateo made the drive over and when he walked up to the main entrance, Kurt was already waiting with a small box in his hands.
“She said it was her understanding that it could be anything.”
“That is right.”
Sheepishly, Kurt handed the box over. “It’s a satin handkerchief. She’ll cry—a lot—and she’ll have lots of jewellery already.”
“I think that is very thoughtful.”
Kurt grunted. “It’s important to her. I guess no matter how fucked up I think this whole thing is I won’t be able to change it anyway.”
“I do hope that one day we can become friends.”
