Back at the apartment, I stare at the four boxes with the same amount of enthusiasm I’d reserve for climbing up a mountain to get to a cave I wanted to be in. Which is not that far off, with how much up and down I will need to do to get back to just spending the whole evening in the apartment.
Without thinking too much, I Stash one of the boxes that holds an ’adjustable base’ and begin a second trip. Walking fast through the city still takes a good half hour or more depending on getting stopped at traffic signals.
> This is making me regret not even checking if they would deliver to the warehouse without batting an eye. These actually look quite good. Better than Kyrie’s terrible selfie attempts, certainly. Though maybe not as exciting in certain ways... which is a good thing right now. Yes. Good. Interesting timing. Yes, I’m going to give it back. It’s hers, not mine. Not *ours*, either, you silly wolf. <
Vrika whines and insinuates that sharing between mates is a given. But humans don’t always think that way in every case. I’d have to say even as a fox, if I try to imagine a scenario in which I was enjoying gnawing at a nice bone and someone I liked asked to have a turn?
I’d probably say no. Then growl if they stepped closer. Pick it up and go hide somewhere.
"Because some lines are not meant to be crossed. And people are meant to be separate, even while together."
As I wait for the ride to show up and take me to the Lake District, my thoughts slowly drift. From compromise in relationships, to finding a meat market or butcher that might have such tasty treats, and then to actually wondering...
Would the Alpha even like a present like that were I to give it? She is a werewolf who was human first, so I’m not sure the joy of such a sustenance seeking pastime is really the same for her.
But now I kind of want to know. And I kind of want to see her eat one. As much as I definitely want to wipe awkward smirking grin off my face and stop thinking about that woman!