“I don’t know what I’m supposed to think or feel. And, honestly, waking up on you like I did this morning was amazing for so many of the wrong reasons. It was a good distraction. It made me feel safe and cared for. And none of that is fair to you because I know what you want from me, and I’m not sure it’s something I can give.”
He turned off the stove and prowled toward me. This time, I didn’t back away or ask him not to touch me.
When he towered over me, he ran his fingers through my hair.
“You think so much. Thank you for telling me. But don’t worry about what I feel for you. I understand how you feel. Let that be enough. I promised to respect the rules you put in place for us.”
I gave him an exasperated look.
“Saying stuff like that isn’t helping.”
He flashed his teeth at me.
“It is. You only don’t see how yet. I will keep helping you, my June. You will see.”
He playfully tugged a strand of my hair.
“I think I will go shower and use my hand again while you eat.” He sauntered away, calling, “You better hurry,” over his shoulder as I stared after him with my mouth hanging open.
Did he not understand what I meant by not oversharing? I did not need images in my head of Tor stroking his enormous cock while I ate my breakfast.
Yet, that was exactly what I had along with my strawberry oatmeal.
I’d barely managed my last bite when he strolled back downstairs dressed for the day.
“Are you ready to find flour for bread and biscuits? Is a biscuit like your strawberry oatmeal?”
The normal, non-sexual question put me at ease and helped banish some of the images plaguing my thoughts. The tight shirt he wore made up for them, though.
“It’s better,” I answered, joining him by the door.
He grunted, his doubt plain on his face, and I grinned. His expression didn’t change even after I described a biscuit’s buttery flakiness.
“Angel said she would save me one. I’ll let you try a bite of mine. I think you’ll be surprised.” He helped me put on my knife harness and watched me tug on my boots.
“Surprises are not always good.”
“True. Do you like sweet things? Like honey?”
“I don’t know if I’ve tasted honey.”
“Then I’m adding that to today’s list. Flour, meat, shirts that fit you, and honey.”
We continued talking as we made our way to the wall. Tor didn’t mind chocolate, but it wasn’t his favorite. In fact, meat of any kind beat any human food he’d tried so far, even the cake Emily had made us back in Tenacity.
“Biscuits and honey will be your new favorite food,” I said. “Just wait and see.”
He flashed his teeth at me and picked me up to jump over the wall. Ryan was in another fey’s arms, but he was the only other human I saw before tucking my face against Tor’s chest.
“Were there any foods in the caves that were sweet?” I mumbled against his shirt.
“Many.”
“You should have asked your brothers to bring some back.”
“They will, along with seeds. I like when you talk against my nipple.”
I jerked in his arms, and he rumbled with laughter.