Page 122 of I Replaced His Husband
He was carefully intertwining a scarf with a blanket, his movements slow and cautious, like he was figuring it out as he went. Then, to my complete shock, he grabbed my crumpled T-shirt and started weaving it into the side of the nest.
My heart sped up and betrayed me.
Suddenly, he turned his head abruptly toward me, trying to catch me spying.
But I shut my eyes quickly.
"I can sense you. I know you’re not asleep," he said, sounding slightly amused but also a bit tense.
Nesting was a big thing for him, and I knew I should respect it and give him the much-needed privacy.
"Sorry. I’ll go back to sleep now," I muttered and rolled onto my side, giving him space to work in peace.
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Adam and Marco finally drove off to work, just like they said they would, so I felt comfortable enough to roam the kitchen in just my boxers.
While I stood next to the coffee machine, I couldn't stop thinking about the portraits Kay had drawn of me. Wow. Things weren’t what they seemed. The moment I laid eyes on him, he had laid eyes on me too. We mirrored each other, though he kept it hidden.
But my musing was interrupted by the sound of an incoming text message. I could hear it even from the first floor, since I had assigned a special sound for this person in particular.So I ran to the room, grabbed my phone, and of course, there was a message from Storm:
"I’m the best matchmaker there is. I knew you were True Mates without even seeing any test results."
Snorting, I texted back, "Arrogance walks before a fall."
He answered, "It’s not arrogance if I can back it up."
Gosh, he was so annoying with his whole purple-alpha-magic vibe.
I went back to the kitchen, finished preparing the meal, and, with it on a tray, went upstairs.
As I entered the room, I was greeted by a completed nest, with Kay lying in the middle of it, his long legs casually propped on the edge and a tablet in his hand.
My gaze drifted over the structure he had built; it was fairly small, but pleasant in shape. I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to say anything. After all, we were together now, and technically there was space for that, but Kay’s eyes were fixed on me with a hint of unease, as if silently asking me not to talk about it.
So instead of commenting, I just smiled and spoke softly, "This room feels… somehow more beautiful today."
I hoped the veiled compliment would be subtle enough for his level of nervousness.
Kay didn’t react, exactly as I expected.
"Looks delicious, as always," he said instead, turning his gaze toward the plate. Clearly, the subject of nesting was still a bit too tender to touch.
I set the tray on his knees, and he nodded in satisfaction, ostentatiously inhaling the steam rising from the food.
For a moment, I hesitated, unsure what to do, whether to leave him and go to my laptop or… wait. I knew his wave should’ve already started by now, but it didn’t seem like it had.
Maybe that meant the Bond was affecting him even more. His cravings had been less intense and a bit less frequent over the past week, but usually, at this hour, another wave was a sure thing.
While I watched him eat, I kept wondering.
He was making his littlemmmsounds, enjoying it. I loved seeing that, seeing him happy. But as I looked at his face, the perfect shape of his upper lip, the pale line of his neck, the lashes casting shadows over his rosy cheeks, and the thick, silky braid falling over his shoulder… I felt a jolt of desire; his beauty both enchanting and tantalizing. My body reacted. My dick throbbed. I wanted him. Wave or no wave, I wanted him now.
I forced myself to look away, staring at the wall instead.
I’d heard that True Mates usually had insanely high sex drives, constantly desiring each other. Some even had sex every three hours. But asking for it now felt… like it’d be too much, like I’d be crossing a line.
"You’re aroused," Kay said quietly.
