Devoted To You

four

"Wendy" -The Beach Boys

adam

      "You don't meet a lot of Wendy's nowadays, do you?" Adam grumbled to himself.

      He noticed her handwriting, how the all capital letters suited her, how they were messy and almost cursive-like. Adam had a thought, how if he didn't think she was adorable before, knowing her name made her even that more enchanting.

     "Wendy and Adam," He hummed, "has a nice ring to it."

     His mate had made her way back to the dishes, effectively ignoring him once again, drying them while sending him one more glare over her shoulder. Adam sent her a lopsided grin, to ease the tension, but that only made Wendy turn back around, her braids swishing around her. 

     Adam continued to awkwardly watch her clean the dishes, put them away, and then followed behind as she went back to the living room.

     The Bernese Mountain dog lied on his pile of blankets, Adam noticed. Both boys watched as the short and plump woman ripped apart the pullout bed. Yanking the sheets and pillows off, throwing them on the hardwood floor. 

     Adam moved to one of the plush chairs and, just before he sat down, his mate began to snap her fingers over at him, gaining his attention, telling him to stand back up.

     Wendy then pointed toward the fireplace where Adam noticed the fire going out since it had been roaring all through the night. It didn't take a genius to know that his mate wanted him to build the fire back up as she put the couch back together. 

     Adam jumped into action, as if he was a soldier receiving orders from his commanding officer, when she began to shoo him out of the cabin. Wendy quickly walked in front of him, reaching the door before Adam could so that she could move the bookcase. Adam moved to help her but she swatted a hand at him, their hands almost touching. 

     The bookcase was moved easily so Wendy moved to the locks and bolts on the door. She opens the door quickly, grabbing Adam's bicep, and then shoved him out the door and onto the front porch.

     The werewolf was so entranced by her touch, he didn't put up a fight, letting her do whatever she wanted to him. Light snow was felt beneath his bare feet, Adam pulled away from his daydreaming when her hand left and the biting cold was felt. He only wore pants, no shirt, no socks, nothing but a pair of jeans he had shown up in.

      "Wait, I don't have shoes or-or even a jacket. Can I get a pair of gloves to-" the door slammed in his face, her scowl gone, "-borrow..."

     Adam shook his head in amusement, brows raised, and a hand rubbed the back of his neck as he quickly walked down the porch steps to the side of the house. Already chopped wood was found, covered by a tarp so that the snow wouldn't get to it. He grabbed a few logs, two under one arm while three large pieces were under the other.

     Unbeknownst to Adam, Wendy was watching through the living room window. She wanted to make sure he didn't run away, even if he had, she wouldn't care, but as she watched each muscle move and flex, Wendy's cheeks instantly warmed. 

     When Adam raised to his full height, she thought his head was going to look up at her so she quickly removed herself from the window, almost panting on the couch.

     Adam walked back up to the porch and then used his jean-covered knee to bang on the door. Quick footsteps were heard behind the door, Adam smiled some at the image of his little mate rushing to the door to open it for him.