Chapter 39: 39 Sleepover

Walking to my room to grab what I need to stay the night was easy, but walking back to Igétas’ room felt like a walk of shame. Eyes follow me while I carry my bag. I have no doubt that they can smell my toothpaste, shampoo and even my clean clothes for tomorrow. The same warrior from a couple minutes ago is still standing in the same spot and chatting with some guys I don’t recognize. I see his eyes become milky, and I know he is contacting the Alpha or someone who has orders from the Alpha. This time he doesn’t try to intimidate me and I can walk by easily.

Igétas had already opened the door for me so I slip in, hearing him in the kitchen. I still don’t know why he has one when everyone can use the pack’s kitchen.

“I’m here!” I walk to him, wanting to ask where my toiletries should go.

He chuckles and spins around with a plate of nachos in his hand. “I know Violet, I heard your heartbeat and the mating bond before you entered.”

“Right, I didn’t think about that. It’s a lot to take in.” Werewolf stuff is still new to me. I sometimes just forget what amazingly good senses they all have.

“Come watch a movie with me?” he walks around me and sits down. His big muscular arm is splayed across the sofa backrest, giving me the perfect spot where I can nestle on his chest. I smile eagerly, it’s been too long since we’ve had an evening like this. He is always so busy and usually needs his rest.

“Just give me a moment.” I walk to the table and set my bag down, removing my shoes and going to the sofa to sit next to him. My feet are on the couch and my head is on his torso. I feel the mate bond sparking and smile happily. I love how it feels to be close to him, to be able to smell him and hear his heart beat so steadily.

“You look comfy,” I look up and see an amused smirk on his face, his green eyes sparkling mischievously.

“You want me to sit up? Do you not want my smelly feet on your couch?” I make a move to straighten in my seat, but his arm comes down and stops my legs from moving.

“You don’t smell. Sweaty Chris smells, I smell him from a mile away. You smell fantastic to me.”

“Even my feet?” I can’t imagine.

“Yes, it doesn’t bother me. Humans aren’t as rich in odor as werewolves. And you…” he leans so close our lips are almost sealed, “always smell delicious.”

It costs a lot of willpower not to lean up and claim his lips as mine.

His eyes get little flecks of gold and I lean back. Igétas is also leaning back and taking a deep breath.

“Let’s watch something,” he isn’t making a big deal out of it, so I won’t either.

“What do you want to watch?”

“I don’t know. Something light, no horror or something like that. Can you put the Dutch subtitles on? It’s been a long day.”

“Sure, anything for you.”

We watch a comedy and when the movie is over I feel completely relaxed.

“Are you tired?”

I nod, sitting up and stretching.

“Let’s go to bed.” He says, kissing the top of my head. We enter his bedroom together. I saw it the first time I was in his place, but I didn’t expect the changes. He has flowers on the bedside table. I identify them as the flowers from Mrs. Rogers’ garden. The lights were dimmed and the bedspread is a purple color.

I smile at him, “Did you change your bedspread to violet because of me?”

“Yes, I did.” He surrounds me with his arms.

“The bathroom is through that door. I will leave you to freshen up.” He tightens his grip before he releases me.

After my bed routine I step into the bedroom and find Igétas in his boxers laying out his clothes for tomorrow on a chair.

Dear God.

“Please tell me you are not going to wear just your underwear to bed.” I check him out and feel my face heating up. He is divine.

He turns around and checks me out. “You are one to speak.”

I look down, I’m wearing my nightshirt which covers my knees. “I am more covered up than you are.”

“Okay,” he turns around and puts on a shirt. “Better?”

“Better.” I agree.

He walks over to me. “Pick a side.”

I point to the right side. “Because I am always right.” I smile, proud of my pun.

He chuckles and tills up the duvet. We both get into bed, sliding under it.

He puts his arm on my hip and the tingling feeling relaxes me. I am laying on my side, facing away from him. It makes it easier for me not to act on my urges.

“Iggy,” I use his nickname so I don’t give him the rush of a mate calling.

“Yeah?” He snuggles into me.

“I didn’t bring my alarm clock. Will you wake me up in the morning?”

“Yes, of course. What are you planning for tomorrow?”

“Well, first it’s training. I hope I get the chance to finish the obstacle course this time. I think I can make it, my strength has grown so much ever since I came here.”

“Yes, you are stronger. Your arms are almost like a werewolf’s. The only difference is you have to train for muscles, we have them through genes.”

“Yeah, I know. You guys are awesome.” I sigh and I feel his chest rumble.

“Don’t talk down on yourself, you are great.”

“That’s true. After training I will go to the library with Amanda to search for information about me. I still haven’t found a single thing.”

“We’ll find something,” he squeezes my hip gently. “We just need to take our time with it. It is too bad I don’t have any right now. I want to help.”

“Of course you want to help, but I understand you are busy.”

I turn around and he puts his hand on my back. We are both silent.

“This was a good idea,” he says.

“I feel so complete with you here. So comfy. This is my spot, right next to you.”

“Yes it is.” He says. I’m already drifting off to sleep.

We should have done this weeks ago. I feel happy, content and complete.

He is my home and I am his, but he has obligations to his pack. If he didn’t, I would have asked him to come back with me to the Netherlands already. I still have no idea how I’m going to explain this to my parents.

One day at a time, one problem at a time. I have enough problems in the queue right now.