His Little Human Mate

Chapter 19

Noella

I didn't remember my car being this comfortable. Or this warm. Or this squishy.

Maybe I was delirious, the throws of living on my own for this long finally shoving me under. I didn't mind though, not one bit. I didn't want to get up. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced. Surrounded by the smell of warm mint tea in the morning paired with the gentle breeze from outside. I snuggled deeper into the-

That was not a seat cushion...

I was pretty certain it was a chest...

A male chest, to be precise.

I was lying on a male's chest...

Everything came back to me in a rush of information, and my eyes shot open, horror seeping into every crevice of my bones as I realized my cheek was pressed against a human being right now.

I bolted upright, limbs flailing, feet tangling, arms grasping and everything almost falling off the bed before I finally got myself in a sitting position.

I didn't know what I expected to see when I looked up, but it was not Nixx casually lying there.

Smirking at me.

"Morning, gorgeous," he drawled, voice deep and rich and warm and soft and-

What is wrong with me right now?

I go to run a hand through my hair, expecting to see the white little wrapping on my sprained wrist, but not expecting to see tight-knit cloth covering all my fingers. And upon further inspection, I saw that my clothes were not what I was wearing yesterday.

Did he...?

No...

He wouldn't have... right?

I looked to Nixx, intending to put on a stern face and have it out with him, but when I found his deep green eyes staring patiently at me, my anger melted off my skin like butter left in the microwave for too long.

His brown curls were all flopped to one side of his head in a dishevelled look that I couldn't say looked bad, and the black tank top he was wearing showed off muscles that I was sure every bodybuilder ever dreamed of. He was, in simple words, insanely hot, and I thought maybe I hadn't taken enough time to notice that.

Had I actually just thought that?

"Oh my goodness," I murmured, scrambling off the bed and going to stand somewhere far, far away from him.

This was not normal. There was attractive, and then there was... well, that. It was unfair. My eyes and brain couldn't comprehend the man in front of me. His body was sculpted, fake, plastic. There was no way he was actually that hot.

I cleared my throat, but it did nothing to calm the ovaries down there who were deciding to riot.

"I need you to explain," I gestured at the bed, my hands, my clothes, his body. Everything, as I said, "all of this."

He chuckled, and I swore the sound went right down to my toes, heat curling in my stomach and staying there.

Oh boy.

"Well, last night we found you in the snow on the edge of the human border. Do you remember that?"

My brain threw bits and pieces at me, and I scrambled to put them together as I said, "I remember falling in the snow, and I think... I think someone was calling my name. But everything after that is pretty hazy."

He nodded, moving to sit on the edge of the bed with his elbows propped on his knees.

"We brought you back here after finding you. You had some mild frostbite on your fingers, hence the bandages, but other than that, you were ok. After getting bandaged and checked over by Arlo, I brought you up here and Cara changed your clothes and got you settled. And that leads to now."