“Right.”
Gotta love an open
-concept apartment.
Although I wanted nothing more than to just lie there, melted into my bed, I unfortunately did not have super-advanced healing abilities. So, I forced myself up and turned on my window fan to air out the room before heading to the bathroom.
Not exactly the sexiest thing, peeing after an intense romp in the hay, but important. I did what I had to do, and returned to bed when Cas entered my bedroom with two glasses of water.
“Don’t mind if I do,” I murmured, taking the one he offered me and nearly downing it. It was only with a stern mental reminder that I didn’t want stomach cramps that I stopped myself about halfway through it.
“You were incredible, you know,” Cas said, shucking off his pants and shirt before joining me in bed. He set his glass on my nightstand. It probably should have felt awkward, or like a hookup overstaying their welcome, but it wasn’t like that at all.
No, it felt like Cas belonged.
Not only in my bed, but also in my apartment. In my bakery.
Beside me.
I was falling much too hard, too fast, and yet I felt no compunction to brace myself. My arms were opened wide, and I surrendered myself to whatever was in store for me.
Which, for right now, was passing out with the guy I could see an entire future with, werewolf or not.
“You weren’t half bad yourself,” I murmured, tilting my head up as he pulled me to him.
“Glad you had a fun time.” He kissed the tip of my nose, and I melted the rest of the way. How did he always know exactly what to do to fill me with a fizzing sort of joie de vivre that couldn’t be ignored? “You ready to go to bed now, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I murmured, curling into his chest. “Yes, I am.”c2ER
Castiel
Misery May Love Company, but Joy Does Too
A strange sound roused me, and I woke up begrudgingly. It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize it was Felicia’s alarm.
“What time is it?” I groaned, rolling over and slapping at the alarm clock that I couldn’t see. Mostly because I hadn’t opened my eyes.
“Oh, sorry about that. Forgot to turn off my backup alarm,” Felicia’s voice drifted from the bathroom. “I’m running a bit behind schedule.”
For all my vowing I’d look out for Felicia’s well-being, not only had I kept her up quite late, but I’d also worn her out physically. Not that I was apologetic about any of that. In fact, I was pretty sure my pride had expanded three times its regular size with how hard she’d come for me.
My cock stirred in interest, confused at the early hour, but I dismissed it. It wasn’t the time. As much as I would love a morning romp with the woman I was dating, her early morning hours weren’t free.
“You can head out if you want.” Felicia said from the doorway as she hopped into her uniform pants. I tried to ignore the alluring jiggle of her thighs as she did so and failed spectacularly.
Goddamn, she was sexy.
“Sorry to kiss and run, but I’ve got a lot of prep to get through, and I didn’t really plan for last night.” Another grin from her, and I couldn’t help but share it.
I hadn’t planned it, either, but I was beyond glad that it had happened. “I could help you,” I offered as she hopped out of sight.
Felicia’s head popped out of her bathroom, long hair still wet from the shower, and she looked adorably perplexed. “You want to help? Like in the kitchen?”
“Yeah, why not? I might not be a baking whiz like you, but I can follow instructions. I can wash dishes and haul any heavy packs of ingredients you might have.” All my muscle had come in handy when I’d helped her with her flour delivery.
The smile that grew across her face was downright angelic. I didn’t think I’d ever seen anyone look so happy at the prospect of my company in the kitchen. It was certainly flattering.
“You got yourself a deal! I’ll go heat up a couple of breakfast sandwiches if you want the bathroom real fast. I’m guessing you’ll want two or three?”
“Two will be fine.” I grinned at her. “I imagine that I’ll probably be sneaking little bites of delicious things all morning.”
“I have a name, you know,” Felicia said with a cheeky grin as she hurried out her bedroom. “I’ll even let you lick the spoon if you’re good.”
That was a convincing argument if I ever heard one.
Although my wolf wanted to go back to bed, I got up and went to the bathroom to refresh myself. I was slightly nervous that I’d be out of my depth in Felicia’s kitchen, but I was looking forward to it. I knew the space was important to her, and the fact that she was so happy to share it with me filled my chest with all sorts of warm and fuzzy things.
Hopefully, I wouldn’t fuck anything up.
I shoved that thought out of my mind. If there was one thing I’d learned in the past few days, it was that dwelling on my anxiety did me no good. In fact, it tended to rob me of what joy there was to be had.
I hurried down once I was refreshed and saw Felicia hauling various things and setting them down on different counters. I watched for a moment, then noticed she had laminated papers hanging above those sections. Ingredient lists.
“Oh, that’s clever.”
“What’s that?” she asked, huffing slightly as she set down the biggest Crisco container I’d ever seen.
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