Page 10 of Snowed In Sucker
“That’s true,” I say slowly, all of this sinking in. “So you think I should just embrace these feelings?”
“I don’t want to push you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with,” she says, “but I also think you’ll regret not giving this a chance. It sounds like your octopus knows what hewants and it would be a shame to dismiss it just because it’s a little uncomfortable.”
“Okay,” I finally say. I feel my body unclench. “Thank you for talking me through this.”
“Anytime, Jett. I love you very much and it brings me great joy to hear that you’ve maybe found your person.” I smile at the sentiment, my chest feeling fluttery for an entirely different reason. “Please keep me updated on how things go.”
“I will. I love you too.”
After I hang up the phone, I let out a long breath. I’m suddenly exhausted, coming down from the high-strung emotional state I was just in. Everything was so chaotic just a moment ago but now, they feel like they’re settling, falling into place exactly where they’re supposed to be.
Despite never sleeping beside another person since I was a child with my siblings, as I get into bed, I can’t help but wonder how it would feel to have Landon here beside me.
Chapter Five
Landon
I fucked up.
That plays over and over in my head. There’s no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I fucked up. I crossed a line and now everything is going to be awkward as fuck.
Why couldn’t I just keep my mouth shut? Why’d I have to push things and tell Jett how amazing he is? Nothing I said was a lie, but still, I could tell he has problems accepting compliments but I justhadto push my luck.
I toss and turn on the couch throughout most of the night. My thoughts are a war between thinking about Jett’s smile and the way he looked upset as he ran away to his bedroom. I never want to make him look like that again. I never want to push or make him uncomfortable.
I have all these feelings welling up inside of me when it comes to this man. It’s hard to get a handle on what I’m feeling. I’ve only known him for a day but somehow it feels like I’ve knownhim for a lifetime. Already, it’s hard for me to think about going back home because it’ll mean not being in Jett’s space.
Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of me and I find sleep.
The sound of a plate being set down on the coffee table and the scent of fresh coffee wakes me from my slumber. I turn around, blinking slowly at the scene in front of me, trying to understand.
Jett is standing by the coffee table, looking down at me sheepishly. There’s a steaming cup of coffee beside a plate of breakfast. It looks like he’s made me bacon, eggs, and toast this morning.
“You didn’t have to do this,” I say, my voice sounding rough from just waking up. I look up at him in confusion. “I crossed a line last night. You don’t have to keep being so nice.”
Jett shakes his head. He squats down so we’re on an even level. “It was me who screwed up. Your words were not unwelcome. I just needed a moment to clear my head and understand what I was feeling. I’m sorry if me needing space hurt your feelings. It was me with the problem, not you.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? I promise I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know how grateful I am that you’re letting me be here.”
“I’m okay,” he says. Then he reaches his hand forward and pets my cheek. He stares down at his hand, like he can barely believe he just did that. Hell,Ican’t believe he just did that.
Warmth surges through me, starting at my cheek and stretching outwards through my body. Tingles descend along with the warmth. I wish he could touch me all the time. I wish he would touch me everywhere.
Jett quickly stands back up and heads back into the kitchen, probably getting his own breakfast plate. I sit up and stretch my arms over my head. Despite such a terrible night of sleep, I feel refreshed. I have a feeling that small touch was exactly what my brain needed to feel like this.
While Jett gets his plate, I run to the bathroom to freshen up. When I sit back down, I grab the coffee he’s brought me. I take a sip of the coffee and let out a soft sigh. Jett’s scent hits me all over again this morning and my head swims. How can someone’s scent be so delightful? How can it make me feel awake and alive?
Everything inside of me is screaming that Jett is special but I can’t put my finger onwhy. My human brain cannot keep up with all of these feelings. My wolf brain is barking at me to get my scent wrapped around Jett so no one else can try to stake a claim. These animalistic urges slap me square in the chest. I want Jett. I want him covered in my scent, my marks. I want to bear his marks across my neck.
It’s more than that though. I want him to take my compliments to heart. I want to shower him in praise until he understands how wonderful he is. I want to know every corner of his heart until I know everything there is to know about Jett. I want to know his greatest desires and help him achieve them. I want to be his biggest cheerleader.
Fuck, I want it all.
But isn’t that wildly quick? I’ve known him for a day and I’m acting like I want to mate the man. Surely, that’s too quick for this, right? My parents were mated as soon as they were old enough but they’d known each other for years before that! I’ve heard of true mates, but is that what this is? Are my feelings coming on so strongly because our maker designed the two of us with each other in mind?
This is all so confusing.
When Jett returns, he has his own plate and cup of coffee. I give him a small smile as he sits on the ground across from me. Everything smells so good, especially because I get a fresh whiff of Jett’s scent as he walks into the room.
