Page 18 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

“Yeah, honey. It’s me. We’re here.” He stopped short of sayinghome, as she’d looked a little freaked when he’d said it earlier.

He may have felt like moving at a fast pace, like having her moved in and under him, right now. But he knew that she was going to be slower to accept him.

Slowly, he watched her eyes calm, reality returning.

“Yeah. Right,” she said, straightening and brushing at her ridiculous clothes.

First order of businesses was getting her out of that costume. She had more makeup on than he even knew what to do with, and her head was still wrapped in a scarf. He wanted those bright orange locks draped around him.

“Let’s go inside. My grandma has breakfast for us.” She looked skeptical, but followed him out of his door, scooching along the seat after him. He reached for her, and more than a little pride filled him as she immediately placed her hand in his and let him help her down.

Her head was on a constant spin as he walked her up the front steps, looking at pretty much everything except where she was going. He wasn’t sure what she was looking for or what she was thinking, but she didn’t seem as afraid as before, and it helped settle something inside of him.

“Your safe here, okay?” he whispered as he opened the screen door of his house, and she smiled softly at him.

Fuck.

That smile was going to be his undoing. That smile was what would have him on his knees, begging for her every wish to come true.

“There you two are. Did you have a safe drive?” He hadn’t called to let his grandma know when they would be showing up, but he wasn’t all that surprised that she had known exactly when they were coming.

She had probably seen the whole night happen anyways.

“Yep. Just long,” he answered.

“Mercy, it’s nice to officially meet you.” His grandmother spoke, reaching out and hugging a surprised Mercy, who hesitantly hugged her back.

“You too.”

“Now, breakfast is on the table. Eat what you can, then get some sleep. I’ll be back to talk to you both later.” His grandmother was out the door and headed to her own side of the house before he could say anything.

Living in a duplex with his family was both a blessing and a curse.

“Um…” She licked her lips and heat shot to his dick. “Did you tell her about me or something?” Mercy asked, looking confused and staring at the door that his grandma had just disappeared through.

Cute as fuck, though.

“Nope.” He left it at that and chuckled as Mercy’s eyes grew comically wide.

He guided her inside and to the kitchen, where there were two plates set out with heaping mounds of scrambled eggs and hash browns. A plate full of bacon and toast was sitting in the middle between them, along with a large pitcher of orange juice.

“Eat up.” He gestured after helping her sit and then sitting himself.

“This is a lot.” She looked scared and out of her depth as she slowly picked up her fork and pushed her food around a bit. He took a bite, not tasting anything, wishing he knew how to fix everything for her.

Then it came to him.

“Do you remember the time that you and I were dreaming, and I took you walking in the forest, and you quizzed me on all the names of the trees.” Her cheeks turned pink, and she ducked her head.

“I didn’t know any of them, but you did. You knew exactly what they were, and you just talked the whole dream.” He chuckled, remembering. Even in their dreams, she was fucking cute.

“I guess I just like learning.”

“That’s nice. It’s nice to be passionate about something,” he said, watching her.

“What are you passionate about?” she asked softly, and he smiled, liking that she was asking about him.

“You mean, besides helping people? I have a shop out back that I work in. I make custom furniture.” She smiled.

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