The werewolf thing was something else entirely.
As long as I could keep thinking of Rocco as the massive dog who had a slight obsession with licking me, I could wrap my head around the wolf thing. As soon as I had to talk to hottie-Rocco, we were going to have problems.
But hey, I could pretend for now.
Wolf-Rocco and I headed up the stairs. They were covered in dark carpet that was soft beneath my toes, and like the rest of the house, luckily, it didn’t smell bad. I was starting to think that hottie-Rocco wasn’t actually a dirty dude. He just had a slight hoarding problem when it came to boxed furniture and bathroom shit.
Maybe he was worried about not having anything to wipe his ass with during a pandemic? Hard to say.
Though, the tampons were something else entirely. Considering no one had mentioned a girlfriend or any other woman he might have been living with, I didn’t have an explanation for those.
The upstairs was pretty simple: one bathroom and two bedrooms. I peeked in the bathroom first, and found it surprisingly clean. There was an air freshener that smelled like clean laundry plugged into the wall, and the counters were bare.
When I checked the bathroom cupboards, I found them full of… you guessed it, toilet paper. There was also another unopened box of tampons, as well as a bunch of differently-scented soaps, shampoos, and shower gels. One of them was pink and smelled like flowers, but since I wasn’t questioning hottie-Rocco’s odd hoarding tendencies, I didn’t bother asking the wolf about it.
The top cupboard held a few unopened makeup items, including mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss. I rarely put more than a smidge of mascara on, so I shot a raised-eyebrow at the wolf.
“Is your human hoarding, or questioning something?”
He snorted, and licked my arm multiple times before licking my thigh.
“I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean,” I told him, closing the cupboard and checking the toilet and shower. They both looked cleaner than any I’d seen in my own house growing up, which was refreshing.
“Maybe he was working on getting the place cleaned up,” I mused, stepping across the hall and to the first bedroom. When I walked inside, the smell of hottie-Rocco hit me hard, and I stopped in my tracks.
My eyes closed as I inhaled.
Holy hell, yum.
I kind of wanted to eat this guy.
Was that weird?
Yeah, that was weird.
I should definitely not mention my desire to eat him to the man when he took over for the wolf.
Despite the glorious smell, the bedroom was pretty much empty. There was a mattress in one corner with tangled sheets and blankets on it, and absolutely nothing else in the room. Not a stray sock or a pair of the boxer-briefs I now knew hottie-Rocco liked to wear. No dresser, no desk, no… well, anything else.
“I guess this explains the furniture,” I remarked to the wolf. “Guess your human was redecorating.”
He nodded his head, and I scratched his ears.
There was a door to a walk-in closet standing open too, and I saw that it was also completely empty.
Yeah, he was definitely redecorating. I didn’t know why he’d needed to move all of his clothes to the living room to do so, but figured everyone moved shit differently. Maybe he’d been going through everything to decide what to keep or donate?
Stepping out of the bedroom, I crossed the hall and slipped into the second room. My forehead wrinkled when I found another mattress in there. It was bare, without a single sheet or blanket in sight, and nothing else was in the room either. But there was definitely a second mattress.
So who was he planning to live with?
I glanced at wolf-Rocco. “Your human is kind of an enigma at this point.”
He snorted, shaking his head. His nose poked me in the thigh, and then he trotted over to the mattress and poked it.
“You think the bed’s for me?” I checked.
He nodded his head.