Moon Goddess (2) Werewolf Romance

48. Not today - Milena

"God... This is so good!" Mila moaned in delight. "These are the best waffles I have ever eaten."

"I am glad you like them." Kiril smiled in genuinely. It was an expression Mila didn't see often. It was a pity because it looked so good on him.

"What else can you cook? And where did you learn? I was really not expecting this."

"Some things. But I mostly enjoy making sweets."

"Continue. I want to know about your very interesting life. Where did you learn and when? Between two crimes?"

He rolled his eyes and Mila felt a bit guilty. Just a tiny bit though, because he had been a huge asshole to her when they met. He deserved at least some teasing.

"In Paris in the twenties."

"Oh. So you actually lived there? But how? That is Erik's territory."

"At that point, it was Erik's father's and I was just an insignificant rogue. As long as I stayed off the radar nobody actually cared."

"And ... Why?"

"After my father died I was a bit lost. So for a few years, I did some soul searching."

"And your version of soul searching is to learn to make French pastries? That is so surprisingly... Peaceful."

"There was also music, wine, and sex." His mischievous smile was so light-hearted and rare, Mila felt like sighing until he said sex and it put images in her head. Of him with... people. Lots of other people.

Lord, Mila! You know he shagged a cazilion of people, including Dasha.

So why was she feeling this way? Why were these images making her uncomfortable?

"I don't want to hear about it."

"You asked."

"About the pastries not the fucking. But what was I expecting? You really are a manwhore."

Kiril just shrugs.

"What? If you tell me your body count it will likely resemble the numbers of a mass murderer and now I am not speaking of the actual murdering."

Why was she so mean? That wasn't at all like her and he was so deadly calm. Maybe if she concentrated hard enough she could get into his head and see what he was thinking beyond this annoyingly calm facade.

"I lived a long life by human standards and I wasn't ever bound to anyone." And wolves were feral and got that mating thing that made them terribly horny that Angel told her about... And why the hell were they having that conversation?

"How will it be from now on? Will you be around all the freaking time listening to my thoughts?"

"I told you I am not listening to any thought of yours for a while now."

"What if I don't believe you? Trust needs to be gained and shit."

He didn't say anything for a while just looked out the window. Then he turned and walked towards her, grabbed her face and looked her deeply in the eyes. The atmosphere was so charged with something, with the anticipation of what he was going to say or do that Mila just couldn't bear it.

"What if I ask you to go away? Out of my sight, will you do it?" she whispers. A firm voice would have been more appropriate but the only thing she could bring up was a whisper.

"Yes."

"Just like that? Right now?"

"Yes, if you tell me to."