Page 52 of Damascus & The Wildfire
“Can I eat the cake in the bath?”
I grinned. “Only if you save me a bite.”
She shook her head. “I hope you brought two slices, because I’m not sharing. I should eat some real food first, though. I was too sick to eat earlier. ”
She slowly stood, trying to shield the grimace of pain on her face.
“Sit,” I commanded. “I’ll bring a dish to you. Would you like the heating pad?”
“That would be great.”
I plugged in the small heating pad and handed it to her.
“Thanks. Usually, I’m not in this much pain, but I have some cysts that have flared up, and I can barely stand,” she explained, looking a little embarrassed.
I nodded. “My sister lived with me when she was in high school. I know how it can be.”
I busied myself in the kitchen, trying to ignore how her gaze followed my every move as I made us each a plate and nuked them in the microwave. Brisket followed hot on my heels, hoping for crumbs. We ate in comfortable silence with the dog staring us down.
“I can fill the tub for you and get out of your hair,” I offered, as I took her empty plate to the counter.
“This heating pad is helping. Do you want to stay and watch a movie instead?”
“Sure. Do you want your cake now?”
She fiddled with the remote. “God, yes.”
I grabbed the cake and a fork from the kitchen before settling beside her on the couch. The space between us was small, and I could feel the warmth of her body. She released a breathy moan after the first bite.
“Just as mind-blowing as I remembered it. Try a bite.” She offered a forkful of the decadent cake to me, and I raised a brow.
“You sure? I thought you weren’t into sharing.”
“It’s the least I can do, considering what I’m about to make you watch.”
I leaned in to take a bite. Our eyes locked for a beat. For a second, my world narrowed to just her—her lips, her eyes, the way her breath hitched as I moved closer. I could have kissed her then. I wanted to. But I pulled back and grabbed the remote instead.
She shrieked. “Give that back!”
“Not until you tell me what movie you’re going to make me watch.”
I held the remote high enough that her adorably short arms couldn’t reach it.
“I was going to introduce you toTwilight.”
“Absolutely not. My brothers would never let me live that down.”
She giggled. “They never have to know. I promise.”
“Liar. You’ll tell Hatchet the first chance you get. And he’ll tell everyone.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “I need to know if you’re Team Edward or Team Jacob.”
“I can answer that without watching the movie. Team Jacob.”
Kenna gasped dramatically, holding her hand over her heart. “Why?”
“Because a sparkling man is fucking ridiculous. And being a werewolf is way cooler. Now we’ve settled that, we can watch something else.”
