Chapter 39- A Shape-shifter

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   Today Larissa invited you over to her place to have some dinner. You had asked her why she didn't want to go to a restaurant but eat at her place because it was very unlike her, but she just replied that she wants you to taste her food and that dinner doesn't have to consist of just going to restaurants. Without any arguing you agreed to come over because you were excited about what Larissa would cook up as well as you had just been craving her attention.

   Now you were standing right in front of your closet thinking about what to wear. Larissa had insisted that you not wear anything fancy as you were just at her place and not in a fancy restaurant. So not thinking too much about it you quickly threw on some jeans and a tank top from which a little bit of your cleavage was showing, just for Larissa, and over that a sweater, so you won't freeze to death on the way there as you still hadn't bought yourself a warmer jacket. You had a feeling that there was a possibility that you would spend the night at Larissa's place, so just right before you left you pored Shelby a big pile of dry cat food, promising him that you would buy him the automatic food dispenser on your next payday.

   And so you left to see your beautiful blonde, on the way stopping at a liquor store to buy a bottle of wine, because you had noticed that she preferred wine over any other alcoholic drinks and because of that you were now on a quest to find out what was her favorite wine brand secretly. But after that, you carried on with your close to an hour walk to Larissa's home. Your hands were crossed over your chest to keep yourself somewhat warm, but you couldn't stop your teeth from chattering and your whole body from shaking. You hoped to God that you won't get sick because then Larissa would get the chance to rub in your face the, 'I told you so' sentence because she absolutely hated that you didn't wear a coat or a jacket outside.

   So shaking and trembling you managed to get to Larissa's home only feeling your finger a little numb, but it was a problem you could quickly resolve in a matter of minutes, by placing your hands under hot running water. Quickly you knocked on her doors and as she was opening them you gathered all of you to stand straight and not look like you were freezing. But Larissa wasn't stupid, she could see almost right through you, so without saying a word she just grabbed you by your hand and pulled you into her warm and cozy home. It was a nice feeling to be in such a warm place after that painful trip, but Larissa wasn't about to make it any warmer.

   "Y/n, seriously! Can't you get yourself a jacket? It would be for your own good!" She didn't almost let you take your shoes off, as she was already dragging you elsewhere. "Okay, okay, maybe I will...buy it!" You might consider it later, but right now you said it to just not hear Larissa's voice in an agitated tone. "Good...come on now, the dinner is almost ready." She had let go of your arm and now went to the kitchen making you follow her. "I brought wine..." You pulled the bottle out of your bag and placed it in the middle of the table, where both of you would be dining at.

   "You didn't need to dear..." She came up behind you and gave a small kiss on the back of your head as her arms wrapped around your chest pressing your back against her body. "I didn't want to come empty-handed." You gladly let your body sink into Larissa's embrace. "Well, all right..." She didn't want to make you feel bad for trying to be kind, so she decided to change the subject, "If you're here already, then you can set the table dear." Larissa let her hands go away from you and as you were already going to get the cutlery, she lightly slapped you on the ass making you jump a little. Larissa just couldn't keep her hands away from you.

   For dinner, Larissa had made a delicious lasagna, about what you couldn't shut up about. You compliment her cooking skills saying that you would never make such a delicious dish ever. And Larissa wasn't about to let these compliments go, at one point she even started blushing because despite Larissa making meals in her previous relationship as well no one had ever complimented on it more than you. Both of you washed the food down with the wine you had brought before leaving the table and going to cuddle on the couch.

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