When June kissed December (Completed)

Chapter 3

I can't sit under this blanket all my life anyway. It's time to get up.

Sniffling, Pete cautiously swings his legs off the bed, first fumbling at the soft pile of the rug with his right thumb.

So. Like no slippery creatures.... right?

Finally Pete has the opportunity to examine the furnishings of his room.

Hmm.

When they were going up the stairs yesterday, in the dim night light, it seemed to Pete that the house - a sort of an old mansion. But his bedroom is very modern and stylishly furnished. Pete notices two doors in the wall opposite the bed, guessing that one of them is a bathroom and the other is a wardrobe. In addition to the bed and nightstand made of light wood, there is a couch, a bag chair, a table with a laptop and tablet lying on it, and a comfortable chair next to it. The panoramic window, which overlooks the lawn, gives the room even more light.

The interior decoration and equipment in the bathroom also pleased him. After leaving it, Pete goes to the wardrobe.

Gosh!

And although Vegas dresses in a very smart way, in addition to outfits of that style, Pete notices T-shirts and jeans that are more common to him. Everything is brand-new, but not pretentious, without unnecessary details. The omega chooses a pastel T-shirt and gray jeans.

Vegas is already at the table. Once again, Pete can't help but notice how stylish and functional everything is.

Well. He absolutely doesn't lack sense of good taste. But that doesn't change the case.

"Good morning," Vegas greets him, "I hope you liked your room?"

Pete nods curtly.

"If something is missing or you'd like to change it, please, tell me."

Yeah. Or maybe we'll already fuck up your overcare and eat in silence? It seems like you promised a difference with my parents' house.

"Uh. Everything is fine."

"Good. Sit down at the table, the breakfast will be served now."

Soon, there appear bowls with jock, steamed tortillas, fruit vases and tart with caramel pumpkin cream for coffee and tea to choose from. The sight of all these dishes makes omega's mouth water. A big break from the last normal meal also affects. But the devil pulls Pete's tongue when he gives out:

"I hope your lizard won't jump out of the bowl?"

"Are you talking about Macau?" Vegas takes the cutlery out of a special ring, "he's a newt."

"Is there any difference?"

"There is. Newts are amphibians, and lizards are reptiles."

"Like, he's, uh, not a reptile?"

"Not a reptile. However, Macau is a very unusual newt. He can go without water for a long time," Vegas smiles condescendingly, and Pete - no matter how indecent it is on his part and insulting to the alpha - automatically turns his face to the side. Well, what should he do if every time he looks at his husband's face, he sees a snake skin there.

Noticing the omega's reaction, Vegas stops smiling and quietly wishes:

"Enjoy your meal."

Pete bites his trembling lip. A wave of anger and resentment rolls up to the throat. What's wrong with him? He is not spoiled by attention at all and does not want to behave stupidly, like a narrow-minded and capricious teenager.

But he can't help himself, blurting out:

"You are so polite, why don't you educate your lizard good manners?"