Page 21 of A Real Alpha
“But you barely know me.”
I wanted to argue, to tell him that our souls knew each other, that the more I knew him the more obvious it was and if he would just let down his guard, he would feel it too.
“I know you,” was all I said.
“I'm useless,” he whispered, clearly self-conscious. “I can barely even cook. You won't be happy with me.”
I laughed. “I want you to be my lover and life-partner, Connor. Not my maid.”
He sucked in a breath. “But I don't even have a job. I can't contribute to the bills.”
“You don't need to work,” I argued. “But if you want to, I could always give you a job?”
“Could you interview me? I haven't done an interview in ages. I'll probably mess it up and ruin my chances with your boss.”
“My boss? Connor, the Lunar Café is mine.”
“What?”
Smiling, I couldn't help but kiss his softly parted lips, even though he was too shocked to kiss me back.
“Yeah, why do you think I live over top of it? 'Course, we'll outgrow this place soon. Maybe we can get another apartment close by. A two bedroom so Roscoe can have his own space. Then if we have another, the kids can share.”
“Kids?”he asked, sounding even more stunned.
“Mm hm.”
“And me and you?—”
“Will go for walks on the weekends. Order dinners on weeknights and watch movies. We'll raise the kids and eat breakfast together every day. We'll laugh together and make love and support each other...”
Connor fought a smile. “...who knew heaven could be so simple...?”
“Is that a yes?” I asked, my heart skipping with excitement.
He took a shaky breath.
“I—I don’t know yet. Maybe.”
He wrapped his arms around my neck with sudden enthusiasm, pulling me into a proper kiss this time. He explored my mouth until my toes curled and cock was rock hard, and I was considering opening late knowing full well that we relied on the morning rush.
“Don't tell me you have to work,” he suddenly said, perhaps sensing my hesitancy.
I groaned.
“I probably should,” I admitted. “I'm sorry.”
“Don't be,” he said, smiling. “You're responsible. That's part of what I like about you.”
I grinned and kissed his cheek before pulling away.
“Why don't you come with me?” I suggested, not wanting to be apart. “You've been cooped up in here for days.”
“Really?” he asked, looking surprised.
I nodded and then because I simply couldn't resist, I bent and kissed him again.
“Your lips,” I mused, pulling back. “I think I'm addicted.”
