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My fur raises at the sheer amount of smut I have read. Did I just give him more to tease me with?
Oh dear lord. Send help.
Chapter 27
Whitley Whitt
When in doubt, carbs.
“That’s it. Just a bit more.”I squeeze the plastic piping container, whirling it in my hand just right to cover the cupcake in sugary-sweet goodness. “Well, it looks like I can at least control myself in the kitchen.”
Delayed emotional reactions can be a tough bitch.
This morning while watching Connor sleep, the wordmateblasted through my brain, making me feel woozy. I rushed down to the kitchen to bake in response. Panicking apparently gets me thrown out of windows two stories in the air. Been there, done that. So now we bake, swirl bright frosting, and throw edible glitter everywhere.
At least the motions of baking cupcakes I know by rote. It soothes me somehow, and no matter what Connor says, I never really made them to piss him off. They just sort of happen when I need comfort, probably because of how many times I heard Grandma say, “You can’t be sad with a cupcake in your hand.”
Pushing wisps of hair from my face, I glance down the huge wooden table, filled with various pans of cupcakes. A smile pulls at my lips. I suppose not much has changed.
Connor is going to shit a brick. Hopefully, after we have a nice picnic outside.
Warmth spreads at how he cuddled me this morning, and how his arms reached for me in his sleep when I got out of bed.
Last night he was so nice trying to help me, and changing into the wolf did get easier the more I did it. By the time we made it to the bedroom last night, I could change at will, but it wore me out entirely.
Connor then helped me wash in the shower before bed, and I hate that it turned me on, but I was too tired to want to do anything about it. After a short run in the woods, I needed another cleaning off anyway, and I let him assist, some sense telling me that he needed to do it. It was also really nice to just be taken care of without it having to lead to sex, and I adored the lack of expectation.
I groan aloud, leaning on the counter, and rub my hands over my face. My thoughts are becoming stranger by the day.
Me. Mated to a werewolf, the asshole boss who is now occupying all my thoughts and dreams. My hair kinks, and a light snapping sound pops in my ear.
A rough growl escapes my lips as I look down at the second hair tie broken since this morning. “Come on.”
I scrunch my eyes closed and breathe in deep, relaxing my hands down at my sides, sensing when my hair relaxes. I sigh.
At least I got finished with the cupcakes before it decided to wild out again.
The sky brightens through the nearby window of the kitchen, and I move to look out it, wondering if I can spot the maze where so much changed for me last night. I bet that fountain, the one that reminds him of me, is absolutely stunning in the daytime.
I pick up one of the cupcakes covered in bright pink icing and pull the paper foil away from the bottom of it. This is going to be so good. I greedily lick my lips and open my mouth just as the stone of the fireplace moves, and Connor steps inside the kitchen.
His features contort into shock as he looks at me. “Don’t do it. Whitley donoteat that.”
I frown at him as he stares at the cupcake in my hand, then pull it away as if to hide it from him. My gaze trails over the different-colored cupcakes, in all their sugary glory.
“Put it down,” he hisses, striding toward me.
“No!” I laugh and squeal when he chases me to steal my precious treat. “Just because you don’t like them doesn’t mean I have to suffer!”
“If you eat that, you won’t be able to control the change for at least an hour, maybe more.” He catches me, and his breath tickles my ear.
I shudder at how his closeness excites me.
“That’s why you hate them.”
I melt at the light kiss he presses to my ear and how his arms tighten before letting me go.
He nods toward the cupcakes. “They smell divine. You don’t know how many times I have eaten one and had to go run for an hour. Most treats are that way, but whatever you put in these makes it even longer, which is why I accused you of poisoning me.”
