Jonathan
Maxwell was behind me at a pretty good distance, but I could feel his eyes glued to my butt. What makes him think that I would be the bottom in the relationship in the first place? He is barely taller than me, like by an inch. And yeah, he has bigger muscles and the tattoos and the eyes and the hair, and the smile, and no I need to stop. We finally made it to the kitchen and Taylor looked up from her phone and smiled at us. "Hi there, Taylor right?" Maxwell asked her. I was surprised that he knew her name. "Yeah, how did you know my name?" She questioned him, and I'm glad her and I are on the same page. "Augusta told me about you." My eyes popped out of my head and her face went beat red. "She-she did? Oh, really what did she say?" She started playing with her hair and I just couldn't help but laugh as I went to the fridge. "All good things, don't worry." Then he winked at her. Heat rose in me and so did jealousy. I don't know why Taylor wasn't interested but was he interested in her? I slammed the door and he looked at me with confusion.
Taylor's face was still beat red and she looked frantic. "I need to call the girls." She got up and ran upstairs I'm assuming to my room. I was still very irritated at the fact he was flirting with her and he could tell. He walked over to me and grabbed my hands when he noticed I wasn't going to stop working. "What's wrong?" His green eyes looked all over my face. "What just happened? Talk to me?" I was ignoring him and I truly didn't want to say anything. "Was it because I winked at her?" I looked up and locked eyes with him and he immediately knew. "Jonathan." When he said my name I closed my eyes and relished in the sound of his voice. "I was being friendly, I'm sorry if it made you so upset. I won't do it again, ever to anyone. Unless it is to you." I couldn't help but laugh at him and looked away. "Now, what are we cooking? Italian right?" He walked away and I wanted to reach out and grab him. And pull him back to me, hold him and love him. But I was scared.
"We can do Italian, but are you sure you are Italian? You don't look like it at all." I said getting all the ingredients out. "My papa is Italian, big Italian family. I look more like my dad if anything. My little brother looks like my papa. And Augusta looks like her mom. They get each of their own mini me's." He chuckled. "Little brother?" I asked him as I started to get the flour and dough for homemade pasta. "Yeah, he about a year old. Big age gap, but he already is starting to have his Italian side come out." I was surprised at how comfortable I was feeling around him. "Do you have any siblings?" He asked me and he started to knead the dough, that's not the only thing I want him to knead. Oh, goddess, I need to stop. "Nope, an only child. My dad is the royal pack doctor and my mom is a princess. She is busy doing her engagements and my dad is always helping birth children all the time. All he wanted was a boy to carry the name and that's what he got." I shrugged, he stayed silent knowing that I wasn't done talking. "I am next in line to be the royal pack doctor. Sometimes I wish I had a sibling so that they can take it over, it's not something I am passionate about." I walked to the stove and started to boil water for the pasta.
"Why do you do it then?" He walked up to me and his eyes were intense showing that he was interested in what I was saying. "The Strong family has been doctors since the 1600s, I am not going to be the one to break that." I never knew I felt this way until now. The fact that he is pulling this out of me and we just met is crazy. "I understand, but that is a lot to have on your shoulders." He moved closer to me and his hands were on my hips. "It makes my heart hurt that you have to do this life alone. That you have experienced so much loss, and no one was there to hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay. But I am here now, and that is what I plan to do. If you let me." He pulled me closer and our chests flush together. The heat flowing through us and I felt the spark between us. "I want to." I really did, I just didn't know how to do that. "I don't know how." He put his hand under my chin and lifted it up to meet his eyes. "Let me show you how."
He started to lean closer to my face and his lips were inches away from mine. Did I want him to kiss me? Was it too soon? We just met today, and things just seemed to be moving too fast. I could feel his breath brush over my face and it was soothing. But I heard steps coming down and I immediately pulled away and went back to cooking. Taylor came in around the corner and Maxwell stood there disappointed. There was a knock on the door and I was about to go answer it but Maxwell moved before I could. I heard him open the door, and start talking to someone, and by the voice a female. I looked at Taylor and her eyes were wide open and I could literally hear her heartbeat. "What's going on?" I asked her and before she could answer Maxwell walked in and Augusta was with him. She had on a pair of light wash skinny jeans and a dark green sweatshirt on. Her hair was up in a bun and the green made her green eyes pop even more. Taylor didn't turn around to look at her and I could see that Augusta was hurt a little. "Hi, I'm Augusta. Nice to meet you." She walked over to me and shook my hand.
She had a beautiful smile and if Maxwell and I weren't mates I would definitely be attracted to Augusta. Taylor is one lucky girl. "I'm Jonathan." I gave a small smile back and I turned and went back to cooking. "Your home is beautiful. Thank you for letting me join." She turned to look at Taylor who was still looking everywhere else but at her. "Hey, Taylor, how about you show around Augusta? Maxwell and I need to finish cooking and you have been here enough to know where everything is." Her eyes almost popped out of her head and she looked at me in fear. Augusta's face lit up and walked over to Taylor. "Oh, yeah okay. Right." Taylor got up hesitantly and Augusta followed her out of the kitchen. Maxwell stood there smiling at me and continued to help me cook. "You are one sly dog," Maxwell said.
"Well, I know Taylor and she is just nervous. All she needs is a push in the right direction." I said to him as I let the pasta boil. "Is that what you need?" My heart started to beat faster and I just couldn't help but get nervous. His gaze was burning a hole into the back of my head. "I don't know what I need." I shrugged, honestly I didn't. "I do. You need me." This man was smooth, but I liked it.
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