Page 45 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
Win had his sister back, and that was something to celebrate.
I’d never had much of a social life, but with Winter in my life, I’d been doing all kinds of new things… while surrounded by people.
I never, ever would’ve gone to a fair or the farmer’s market before him. The noise—the emotional empath noise—was way, way, way too much to block out completely, and if anyone bumped into me, I’d be in a world of trouble.
But Winter’s null magic took all of that away and made the experience something to enjoy rather than something to avoid altogether.
We were doing things I’d avoided all my life, and it was… fun.
Winter was fun.
He made me laugh all the time, even when we were having sex, which was also something new for me. I’d never realized how fun sex could be until him.
But not only that, he made me feel safe. Cared for. Cherished.
And I loved and appreciated every minute of it.
Even if my stupid brain couldn’t help but wonder when he was going to realize what a pain in the ass dating me was and he inevitably left me.
I was dreading that moment with every fiber of my being, but I knew it’d come eventually. It always did.
We’d had a good two months, so I knew the end was near.
Maybe that was why I was clinging to him even more than usual.
I didn’t want it to end, and I wanted to enjoy him as much as possible while I still could.
With a sigh, I headed into my house, let Sola fly off my shoulder to the living room perch, picked up Odin, and walked upstairs.
It had been another long Monday, and I was ready for sweats, TV, and food.
And Winter.
“Your favorite doggie’s coming over soon,” I told Odin before kissing his head and setting him on the bed so I could change.
He meowed at me—loudly—and reached for me with his little paw. I adored when he did stuff like that, so of course, I bent down and kissed his head again.
“Give me one minute, and I’ll pick you up again, okay?”
He meowed, still reaching for me.
Gah.
As quickly as I could, I changed clothes, then scooped him back up. Sola was still in the living room, nibbling on some seed in her feeder, so I let her be and carried my kitty into the kitchen with me.
When I walked in, I sighed in relief. I’d put ingredients for chili in the crock pot this morning before work, and I was so glad I did. I didn’t feel like cooking today.
With Odin in one hand, I got out the toppings Winter and I could add, plus some tortilla chips in case he wanted to dip them in the chili, then carried him into the living room to wait for my… boyfriend.
Oh boy. I was still getting used to that. It definitely wasn’t a bad thing.
In fact, I loved that he’d started calling me his boyfriend.
I’d had supposed boyfriends who weren’t even half as attentive as Winter was in the past, and they’d still used the B word. But hearing Winter say it had made my heart fill so much I was afraid it would burst. It’d felt like he was claiming me. Like he wanted me. Me. An empath.
I still couldn’t believe it.
It didn’t take long for Winter to knock on my door, and not for the first time, I wondered if it’d be weird if I gave him a key?
