"What are you?" He asks me, breaking the silence. I am quite shocked by this question. Mostly because I don't even know how to answer it.
"Werewolf. I think... And you are a vampire," I state. He nods.
"You don't smell like a werewolf." He lifts his...
I wake up slowly by the sound of knocking on the door. I am lying on my stomach and stretch my arms out in front of me. I open my eyes and grunt against the sun streaming in through the windows. I look over at the alarm clock and note, that the time is 07:36 am. I drop my head back down into the pillow and moan in frustration. Why the hell would he wake me up so early? Again there is knocking on the door.
"Come in!" I yell, barely lifting my head from the pillow, so the sound comes out muffled.
"You locked the door. Do you want me to kick it down?" Dom yells back at me through the closed door. I sigh, not wanting to get up yet. I roll over on my back and rub my hands over my face.
"Alright, I'm coming," I get out before begrudgingly sitting up. I am NOT a morning person by any length. I can't recall the amount of times that I have slept through my multiple alarm clocks - the day of the Super Blood Moon included. I swing my legs out over the bed, and pull on the pants as much as possible, before getting up and pulling them the last bit. I drag my feet over to the door and unlock it. I don't even open it, just turn back around to fall into bed again. I hear the door click open behind me and the heavy footsteps of Dom entering.
"Tired?" He asks while throwing a plastic bag so it lands on the bed before I get to plop down. I look back over my shoulder, sure that I must have remnants of sleep still in my eyes, and probably also bags under them. The sleepy look is only perfected by my morning hair which is most definitely unflattering and probably also with a wet strand or two, judging by the wet spot on the pillow. By the look of Dom's face, I must look hilarious. I can't be bothered.
"Ookay, no need to answer that Sleeping Beauty," he laughs and continues with "I brought you coffee." I turn around fully and accept the to-go cup with a grateful smile.
"Thank you. Is it good?" I ask him. The cup may be warm, but that doesn't mean it tastes good, and I would honestly rather not have any, than a bad cup of coffee. Dom just shrugs and chuckles at some joke I'm not a part of.
"I wouldn't know," he says, and plops down in the chair, that is still standing as he left it the day before. I hesitantly take a sip of the coffee, and when I judge the taste to be okay, I take a huge sip, successfully burning my tongue in the process. I suck in air to try and cool down the burnt spot and then clear my throat. I nod over in the direction of the bag he threw.
"What's that?" I ask and take another smaller sip.
"I was waiting for you to ask," he starts, looking a bit excited as he sits up straighter. "You see, I had the most exquisite sleep last night - my sympathies to you," he adds with a little laugh. "So I decided to wake up a bit earlier to find a store and buy you something that actually suits you. Wouldn't want to turn that beautiful body of yours into a tent now, would we?". He glances at me seductively, and I can feel a blush creeping up in my cheeks. I quickly avert my gaze, and bring the cup up to my lips to have something to hide my face behind. When I don't answer quickly enough, he stands up and takes the bag.
"Here, let me show you what my little heist scored me," he says as he opens the bag and takes a peek down it.
"Ahh, yes," he excitedly exclaims pulling up the first item of clothing.
"So I found this little thing. I thought it would be suitable for today's event with the council." In his hands, he holds a floor-length black dress with long sleeves, a thigh slit, and deep cleavage. I almost choke on my coffee, but he quickly pulls out the next item.
"And of course, I bought myself a suit, so we could match." He doesn't show off this item, as he did the dress, but I glimpse a bundle of some high-quality fabric in a midnight black with a slight sheen to it. Next, he pulls another dress out, that seems to be knee-length and a bit more modest.
"I also got you this grey dress. I thought it would show off your curves very nicely." I see that it is an elastic material, that is going to hug around my body, and again I feel a blush coming. I don't think anyone has ever gone shopping for me or successfully found clothes that might actually flatter me.
"And again I thought that we might match," he continues, as he pulls out another suit, this time in grey. I can't help but snort in amusement. It's actually quite sweet. Next, he pulls out a couple of hoodies and sweatpants.
"Of course, we also need some loungewear. I just bought this and thought we could share. I know how women love to borrow their man's hoodie," He looks up and me and grins with a little sparkle in his eye. I just clear my throat and urge him to move on, not wanting to dwell on his statement.
"Ah, yes, how could I forget." He pulls something red and lacy out of the bag and throws at me.
"I thought you should wear this today." To my great embarrassment, I pick up the fabric and realize that this man just threw lingerie at me. I just stare at him shocked for a second.
"I bought 3 different pairs, just so you had something to choose from if that pair is not to your liking." His voice has turned more seductive. He proceeds to stand up, walk over to me, and then dump the last contents of the bag out into my lap. Sure enough, I am now sitting with 4 different pairs of lingerie, one more scandalous than the next. I am at a loss for words. He bends down and in a low voice he whispers in my ear,
"You could try one of them on now."
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