Golden Boy

9- Safe?

Indie was surprised with how tidy the little cabin was, considering how messy Blaise's truck had been. She was baffled by how many half-empty plastic water bottles had been rolling around in the back.

There was a large couch with a comfy looking blanket thrown over the back, and a large TV over the mantle of the fireplace. The rustic coffee table in between the two housed and open laptop, and two little succulent plants.

The living room was open to the kitchen, which was fairly modern, but her favorite feature of the kitchen was the rack with a bunch of different coffee mugs, all saying something else or advertising a different state that Indie assumed they had been bought in.

The airy, high-ceilinged front room area reminded Indie of one of those artsy rooms she would see on Pinterest. There was no way in hell he was the one who designed it.

"I know what you're thinking," Blaise interrupted the relative silence between the two. "And yes - I did not design this. My mom did. I do not buy tiny plants."

"Why not?" She asked, walking over to the coffee table and inspecting the mini plants.

"They're too cute." Blaise responded gruffly. Indie could tell that he was trying to sound tougher than normal.

"Does owning these tiny little plants hurt your man pride?" Indie asked. She couldn't care less about what kinds of plants Blaise owned, but she thought it was funny how huffy he got about it.

"No! I'm an Alpha! Nothing hurts my pride!" Blaise puffed his chest out, and Indie laughed.

"Alright, Alpha." Indie teased, and she could see Blaise tense up a little bit. It wasn't that she had made him uncomfortable, but he definitely needed a cold shower soon if he was going to keep his Wolf in check.

"You know, it's getting kinda late." Blaise said quickly, trying to divert the attention away from any sort of topic that would compel him to do something he might regret. Indie groaned, realizing that she didn't have any clothes of her own.

"I don't have pajamas!" She buried her face in her hands out of frustration. Blaise smiled slightly to himself. He might have planned it out this way.

"I have shirts you could wear." Blaise offered as he led her to his room.  He was easily an XL in shirt size, just on muscle alone. His shirts would be like nightgowns on Indie, but she didn't particularly care.

It seemed that his mother had left no room of the house untouched, as his bedroom also looked straight out of Pinterest, minus the fairy lights and the pastel color palette.

Blaise dug in his closet and pulled out a comfy looking grey t shirt, and tossed it to Indie.

"Where's your bathroom?" She asked, and Blaise's innocent smile turned into a devious one.

"We are mates, I'm gonna see you naked eventually..." He trailed off as he slowly approached Indie, backing her against the wall.

Their close proximity fogged Indie's brain, and clouded her judgment. Just the sheer presence of him made her knees weak. Why did he have to be so damn hot?

Gathering up every ounce of willpower in her entire being, Indie pushed Blaise away.

"Back up, horn dog!" She threatened, taking a karate-esque fighting stance, and Blaise nearly fell to the floor laughing.

"You're such a dork." He slightly ruffled Indie's hair, and she smacked his hand.

"You're the dork. Show me where the bathroom is." Indie tried to push him to move him towards where she thought the bathroom might be, but he didn't budge. The boy was a brick wall, and Indie loved it and hated it at the same time.

"Or, you could just face the inevitable." He shrugged, and Indie began opening all the doors in his room. Closet, hallway, and finally, bathroom. Of course it would be the last door she picked.

"The inevitable is going to have to wait a bit." Indie said smugly as she shut the door and locked it. She could never be too sure.

Indie took off her clothes - a soft v neck and jean shorts, and switched them out for the oversized shirt, which easily covered everything that needed to be. She put her clothes in the empty wicker hamper in the corner, and unlocked the door, slowly opening it. Blaise waited, looking as bored as she had ever seen him. She had really only taken a couple minutes. Was his attention span that short?

Indie studied the absentminded man closer, and decided that he wasn't bored. With the way his eyes were scanning the windows and doors, she could tell that he was paranoid. He was expecting another break in, like the one at the cabin. Indie approached him and gave him a tight hug, in an effort to calm his nerves. She had Just met Blaise less than twenty-four hours ago, and already just the sight of him being anxious made her want to comfort him.

Indie hated and loved how his emotions affected her all at the same time, and it scared her how close she felt to him already.

"They won't get us here. Not while you're around." Indie tried to reassure him, and it worked. But, it also managed to puff up his already nearly overbearing ego.

"I am pretty strong, aren't I?" Blaise bragged as he led her to the large bed in the middle of the room and against the wall. Indie laid down right in the middle, spreading out so that Blaise couldn't be next to her.

"Leave me be, peasant, I require my rest now." She teased, and Blaise rolled his eyes, moving her out of his way easily. It really didn't matter what she tried, he was just overwhelmingly strong.

Indie gave up, rolling to the other side of the bed and taking the blankets with her, but Blaise pulled her back into his side. She sighed contentedly. Indie felt safe in his arms, and with him, falling asleep was easier than it ever had been before.