The Alpha's Innocent Mate

Chapter Thirteen- Did The Drugs That You Were Doing Make You Sick?

Picture of Shaleena!

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When I woke up the next morning, I was fully rested and I felt like I could run a thousand laps around the track.

Okay, I might be exaggerating a little bit.....but that was beside the point.

I was warm and content, wrapped in Xander's arms.

I turned slightly and watched him sleep.

He looked so peaceful while sleeping. Relaxed.

I watched him for a few more minutes until his voice rang out in the quiet room, "Do you enjoy watching people sleep, Gorgeous?"

I squeaked in surprise, "Sorry." I felt the heat creep up my neck.

He chuckled, "What is there to be sorry for?" He asked. "Babe, you can stare at me for as long as you want." I smiled at him.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked him.

"Well I have to talk to you about something extremely serious, but after that depending on how things go, then we can do whatever you want."

"What do you have to talk to me about?" I hoped to God that it wasn't anything too bad.

"Why don't we eat breakfast first?"

"Sure," I shrugged my shoulders. It wasn't like I had anything better to do all day.

I hopped out of his bed, and grabbed my duffle bag, bringing it into the bathroom with me.

I always kept a toothbrush in there, and an extra set of underwear and two sets of clothes. It was just a way of me being prepared for anything.

I brushed my teeth and put my hair up in a ponytail before slipping on a set of jeans and blue and white striped Hollister t-shirt.

I walked out of the bathroom and set my bag down before going downstairs.

What I found in the kitchen was a heavenly sight.

Xander standing shirtless, in nothing but a set of flimsy basketball shorts, cooking.

I would pay to see that sight every morning.

Every time he reached over the countertop to grab something the muscles in his back rippled.

I wasn't one for guys with abs, I liked when a guy had muscled arms and a muscled back. And he had both.

"You're staring again, gorgeous," he said without even turning around.

I blushed, again, and sat down at the table. "Sorry," I squeaked.

"Don't apologize. I like it when you stare at me," he finally turned around and smiled at me.
I looked everywhere but him because if I looked at him, I would be staring at him again...I didn't need to be caught staring at him for the third time.

"What are you making?" I asked.

"Pancakes and bacon." I nodded my head.

"Smells good."

He turned back around and went back to cooking. When it was done he put it on two plates and sat at the table with me.

We ate and made light conversation. I was happy. Genuinely happy. And I couldn't help the smile that seemed to be permanently plastered onto my face.

When we were done I did the dishes, which Xander argued with me about doing them, saying that, "I didn't have to do them," and to "sit back down."

I told him he had to shut up and deal with it, still smiling like a kid on crack.