Chapter 123: Mi Dosa
He chuckled at her words, nodding. His hands raised in surrender. "Fine. I’m an Alpha, though. And I look nothing like a child." He teased, his eyes on her ass as she passed him heading to the trash can at the corner of the kitchen to dump all of their contaminated food.
"Keep telling yourself that, man child." She said, heading to the sink to wash her hands, before turning around again to get to the refrigerator she desperately hoped was stocked with things other than fruit juices and alcohol.
Luckily, it was stocked full, causing her to reason that maybe Theo’s cabin refrigerator was the only unstocked one.
She picked out the things she needed, her eyebrows furrowing as she squinted at the number of ice cream tubs that were arranged in one part of his massive refrigerator that stretched inside the wall.
"Why on earth do you have so much ice cream?" She asked, placing the things she’d picked out on the counter, not missing the embarrassed look that flashed across his face, confirming her suspicions, but she kept quiet, allowing him to say something about it, without coercion.
"I uh.. I kinda live on ice cream when I’m stressed." He admitted shyly, which she would have missed if she hadn’t looked closely to see the faint tint of his upper cheeks and ear lobes.
"Seriously? Does it help?" She asked, curiosity in her voice, as she sorted through the ingredients for pancakes and bacon as extra protein, trying to sound as indifferent as possible so he wasn’t going to seem too embarrassed.
He was showing her different cracks on his thick exterior today, without any efforts from her, and although she knew it was the mate bond at work, she wanted to try as hard as possible, to give every chunk of his walls that were fallen off a soft landing, hoping it was going to give him the courage to willing let more chunks fall off.
She wasn’t foolish or delusional to think everything was going to fall off at once, but at whichever pace they decided to fall, she was going to be there to offer a soft pillow, at every step of the way. No matter what it was going to take her.
"Yes, actually. I read of it in a magazine I came across while waiting for a partner at a restaurant. While it could cause diabetes and obesity to eat it when stressed, I work out a lot so it doesn’t exactly count for me." He explained easily, his chest he didn’t know was constricted and heavy, grew significantly lighter with each word he let out.
"That’s interesting. My big bad mate is made up of chocolate and vanilla ice cream on the inside." She teased lightly, winking at him.
"Oh, please. There’s none inside me right now. Already worked them off." He replied, wiggling his brows, earning a scoff from her.
"Show off." She muttered, cracking her eggs. "Alright then, are you ready to tell me why you poisoned our fifty shan breakfast?" She asked, glancing at him.