Devoted To You

three

"What's Your Name" –Don and Juan

Adam couldn't sleep.

       It had been two hours since his oh so lovely mate had gone to bed. The man couldn't find the sole reason for his lack of slumber, but he could guess. Maybe it was due to finding the one person he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.

       Or just the fact that he was put into a medicated nap/coma. Courtesy of the curvy woman sleeping down the hall with quiet snores in a tiny bed with her giant dog.

       As he laid under the scratchy blanket, Adam thought of the situation he found his one and only in. To be living in such a place... He never imagined living in such a confined space. Not to mention all the bolts on the door and the bookcase.

        On the pullout bed he laid upon, the shifter began to regain the whole feeling of his limbs. No longer was the feeling of pins and needles or the heaviness from before apparent. 

       Next to him, on a small side table, was a plastic clock, ticking away loudly, announcing that it was well into four in the morning brightly.

       Sighing, Adam recalled arriving at the cabin past ten and had to have been passed out for a few hours. His mate had stayed up to clean him and tend to his wounds while also checking to make sure he wasn't to gain a fever.

        Cleaning and caring for one's mate was a big deal within the culture. It was an intimate way of showing the two are willing to care for each other like partners. It established trust and honesty. Adam thought about how his little human mate most likely didn't know of werewolves, that Adam was one, so there was no way she could have known of their customs.

       Cleaning and caring for their mate being one of them.

       Just the knowledge of her cleaning him while he was unconscious made him blush. He wished she hadn't done it. That way, he didn't have his imagination running wild. His human mate had to have felt something for him to care for Adam the way she did.

         Human mates weren't all that uncommon, although there had been cases where the human would, for lack of better words, freak out. 

       Some even tried to kill their werewolf mate.

       Adam sat up from his laid position, taking a drink from the cup. He stood after a few gulps turning on the gaudy lamp next to the couch. The yellow glow from the light filled the room, making it easier for Adam to get the lay of the land. In such a small space, nicknacks and books lined the walls.

       Blankets and throw pillows of all sizes and colors were thrown about the room, making the area looked lived in. Every piece of furniture was made out of the local wood or stained to make it match. Adam walked out of the living room quietly, tiptoeing into the kitchen, where he switched on the light to brighten the room.

       He first scoured the fridge, finding nothing but a few rotten vegetables and fruit along with a couple of eggs. The refrigerator was white and looked to be from the seventies with the weird shape it held and the unusual steel handle.

      Adam closed the door as quietly as he could, turning his attention to above the freezer, where only a half-eaten pint of cookies and cream ice cream and an ice chest was found.

       The burly man then moved to the cabinets. The ones above the stove were only filled with a few dishes, five of everything such as plates, bowls, and cups, all different and plastic. In the pantry, only boxed pasta, generic cereal, and on the floor was an opened bag of flour. The sight made Adam angry, so much so that he almost slammed the pantry door shut with full force.