Adrian stares at me as I look down at him, ears ringing as I try and understand the second question he had chosen to ask, the first one being about my favorite color... I didn't have one before, but with him cuddled up in my arms I can now firmly say that my favorite color is the same shade of blue as his gorgeous eyes and my gods...the look on his face before it disappeared behind his hands when I told him so... So shy my baby...
"What do you mean?"
My sweetheart gets a little bashful again and tries to tuck himself away into the crook of my neck but stops when I slip two fingers under his chin to hold him still, unable to avoid letting mg palm slip to his cheek so I can pull him close and steal a quick kiss to give me a second to process what he's actually asking, finding it hard to resist the urge to let my hands get lost tracing nonsensical figures into his supple skin and settle us both back into the warm haze that curls around us so heavy in the air.
"You know...rules? I want to know what the rules are, Silas. Like no reading at the table or no locked doors..." My sweet boy pulls his face out of my hand, physically sagging with relief when I let him tuck himself back into his hiding spot, "So I can be good...I want to be good..."
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I don't mean to say the last part out loud but there is no mistaking the fact that Silas heard it, his hands sliding around my waist crushing me against his chest for a moment with a repressed growl. There is nowhere to hide, with nothing in between us my mate's pheromones wreak havoc on my system seeming so much more potent than before. Even if I lean away from him his skin is still on my skin... His hands still holding me... I just want to curl up immersed in him forever...even with anxiety starting to make its all too familiar knots known in my stomach over his hesitation to answer me.
It's not weird to want to know what the rules are... And there are rules. There has to be in order for a pack to function. For everyone to be happy and peaceful there needs to be guidelines... For me to be happy and peaceful there needs to be guidelines, even if I don't like some of them. Rules mean safety.
"I.. I'm going to have to think about that one, Sweetheart, but thank you for asking." His too-warm palm runs itself up and down my side making me squirm and rearrange myself until its more on my back than it is my side, "My turn...What are your favorite things to do, Baby? Other than the reading of course."
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My sweet boy goes rosey in my grasp and truly is a pleasure watching his soft chest blossom into that delicate pink that is fast becoming my second favorite color.
He wiggles a little bit twisting and turning again until he's satisfied with his position, my little wiggle worm, just trying to find the position that gives him the most access to everything he wants to touch and a very strained area of my sweatpants that he doesn't.
When he finally speaks it's muffled by the flesh of the crook of my neck, his lips pressed against my skin, "Hmmm... Well...I really like cuddling with you..."
I'm on the lucky receiving end of a content nuzzle before I feel his eyes flutter closed and he continues, "I like going on picnics... Napping...reading... I like to crochet sometimes because it's soothing..."
He- "You crochet?" It's such an odd hobby for a young man that I can't help but interrupt him.
My sweet boy hides his startled face behind his hands before slowly lowering them and pushing himself further into my chest, "Yeah. Collin thought that it might help me manage my anxiety so he made Grammy teach me when I was little."
"And you make stuff?" As strange as it is, the hobby suits his quiet demeanor and shy nature...Its all too easy to imagine him perched in a rocking chair with his gentle hands working away at something in his lap...
He gives me a curt nod, "Sometimes. I normally only do it when I'm too restless or stressed out to read."
I make a mental note to invest in a rocking chair, and to look into collecting the proper supplies for the cute activity... After finding out exactly what the proper supplies are.
If it makes Adrian happy I'm more than willing to drown him in more yarn and books and picnic baskets than he'll ever be able to play with, read or eat from.
"That was two questions again, Silas! And stop trying to look at me!"
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No matter how far I push myself into my man's mouthwatering shoulder I can still feel his eyes on me...
Talk about self-consciousness. Maybe crocheting isn't the manliest of hobbies but it helps me and I enjoy it. I want to be around Silas as much as possible. I want to be in his arms as much as possible... If he really wants to know what I'm interested in it's only because he wants to be around me too.
I just can't tell if his tone is amused or judgemental and it has my hackles raised waiting for his approval.
"I'll never stop staring at you, Sweetheart... You're just too damn gorgeous." Silas growls at me, the firm palm on my belly lifting away to let his fingers dance around my naval causing a riot of giggles and snorts I can't hold in.
He carries on for a moment before calming me down by using that same hand to rub my now sensitive tummy keeping his eyes on my face as I relent and stop trying to hide.
It earns me a very satisfied smirk and a chuckle, "Everything about you is so perfect, Baby... Everything. I hope you'll show me some of the stuff you've made when we start to unpack."
"You really want to see stuff I've made?"
"Baby...I want to see everything."
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Book Smart
Werewolf**18+** COMPLETED*** Adrian is delicate... Gentle... Too sweet for his own good. All he cares about is his books and the quiet hum of life that is his small-town wolf pack. What will he do when the Alpha of a neighboring pack scents him and is fully...
