“It used to be worse,” he admitted. “They came around, though.”
“How could they resist?” I teased.
He gave me another small grin. “How did you end up at the university?”
“One of my professors heard about the program and suggested it to me. I’d started my business a few months earlier, and it was doing well, but I was nervous about the lack of stability. When I realized the university was close to Moon Ridge, Furball made it clear there was no other option. Being away from other werewolves was hard on her from the beginning.”
“So you applied, and got in?”
“Mmhm. I think it helped that I told them I was willing to work part time if that was all they had for me. I’ve only ever taught two days a week. The rest of my time is dedicated to the business, but even those two days have been a little much. I was supposed to switch to only one day for the current semester, which will make commuting easier.”
“Commuting?”
“From Moon Ridge to the university. I figured we’d live here. Unless you reject me, I guess.”
“That’s not going to happen.” His voice was low. Almost growly.
“I didn’t say it was.” I grabbed another chunk of tomato. After a beat of hesitation, I lifted it to Graham’s lips.
His eyes darkened. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around my fingers slowly.
My face heated.
The rest of me did too.
My massive yawn interrupted the moment, and he looked amused as he leaned away. “I’m doing a shitty job of feeding you.”
“You fed me your cock pretty well.”
Graham snorted, handing me the cutting board with a bunch of tomato slices on it before he turned toward the stove. “I still can’t believe you just climbed on top of me like that. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I’d say I’m always that sexy, but it would be a lie. I usually walk around in nothing but a pair of ancient cotton shorts and the world’s ugliest, most comfortable bra, with my hair up in a messy bun that just sticks out everywhere.” I gestured to the top of my head, where said bun always went.
“I guess that explains the paint-speckled bras I found when I moved your stuff.”
“Yep.”
“Well, I’m clearly not the kind of guy who cares what his woman wears.”
“Hiswoman?” I teased.
“Yeah, Stell. You bit me. That makes you mine.”
“Fair point.” I ate a few more pieces of tomato while Graham got some meat cooking. “Thanks for keeping my business going.”
“It’s the least I could do after sending you into a mate hunt.”
“Technically, my wolf did that on her own. I knew it was a possibility, but didn’t actually think it would happen, you know?”
“Yeah. Better than most people, probably. You saw how shocked I was when you shifted.”
“The most shocked,” I agreed.
Graham chuckled. “How many siblings do you have?”
“Three.”
He asked about them, and I launched into a description and explanation while he cooked and I snacked.
